Poem_Grace Nottingham

Among the pale Elm trees, many things appease,
Like the glorious song of the Hummingbird.
I sit admiring the birds as I please.

The Evening’s blue fog wheels in Elm’s mystic leaves,
Hooting owl’s decibels sing loud and absurd.
Among the pale Elm trees, many things appease.

To feed sugars to the Bluebirds and the Bees,
I ravaged the branches and made lemon curd.
I sit admiring the birds as I please.

My facial structure is sets of flattened lees,
Defying the winds, the winds, the winds that heard.
Among the pale Elm trees, many things appease.

In colonnades of wavering Ulmus trees,
I watch men’s mesh catching a baby Bluebird.
I sit admiring the birds as I please.

Up and come kill-tree mushrooms, all life forms seize
To fierce, teeth-tusks of ivory, undeterred.
Among the pale Elm trees, many things appease,
I sit admiring the birds as I please.

By Grace Nottingham