Garrulous trees lean in

Garrulous trees lean in

Blathering at the window

Leering leaves flounce

On the wind

Broadly speaking

Each wide leaf

Resembles a pterodactyl

So ancient are they,

Primordial.

Swamp-born creatures

Will outlast us all

As forbidding as the moon.

Ghostly dressed

A chalkstone beauty

Hung so low

As to brush the dust

From chimney pots.

Nothing is as close

To perfect

As the tickle of a moonbean

The prickle of a mood swing

As a fresh wind whispers dirty

Secrets

Into the hollow

Of a valley.

Tall trees shake

With unforced glee

Misread,

As a show of strength

When they just are,

And do not need

To flex their limbs

To show it.