an observation of scenery

While watching the view out my window one day over a year and a half ago, I began to write what I saw in a very irregular kind of poem. I came across this poem again today and decided to post it here for you to read. It may not make sense to anyone but me, but it's kind of a neat description of outdoor occurrences.

Green trees, bending in the breeze

First bending, now tall, unshakeable

Leafless and harsh against the horizon

Red intermixed with browns and greens

Winter is fleeing and spring is coming

Leaves not yet strong enough to face the world

Still branches are firm in the cold and the wind

Ever shaking, never breaking

A patch of blue shows its face in the sky

Surrounded by white like a pool in the snow

Hope in the midst of a storm

The trees reach tall towards that patch of blue

Reaching, yet never far enough

Clouds chase the blue farther away

Trees bend as if trying to pull it back

Calm fills the outdoors

The atmosphere changes as the sun appears

Lighting the world below it

The trees shake and toss at its coming

As if waving to a long-lost friend

The shakings of the trees appear as excitement

Then calmly, they stand straight and tall

More blue appears, breaking free of its bonds

The white floats away faster still

Suddenly the whole day changes from winter to spring

As the sun reappears from the clouds

Blue replaces white and chases it away

The trees play catch in the wind

Young trees shake in excitement

While the old stand strong and firm

Some never move, uninfluenced by the surrounding changes

Then all grows calm in the lull