FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: GRASS LEAVES Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words grass and/or leaves, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on January 17th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Grass Leaves will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, January 25th between 3 and 5 pm PST

Friday, January 17, 2025

PJ Swift

Two Leafy Trees


They were two large leafy trees growing next to each other in the mixed tree forest. A few  of their large branches reached over each other, sometimes creating the illusion that they were part of one giant tree.  The true illusion was more substantial, however.  The large tree limbs that branched out to each other, were not actually tree branches at all, but rather, enormous human-like hands, hidden within the trees.  At times the trees would use their human-like hands to reach out or to touch one another.  Sometimes they would shake hands or even hold hands.  In more intimate moments, perhaps when the breeze caused their leaves to flutter, granting them a little privacy and shelter within the serene yet heavily vegetated forest, they would use their human-like hands to caress one another to the light rhythms of their swaying crowns.  What they would never do with their giant hands however, would be to slap or to hit or to poke or to punch each other.  Such violent acts never even occurred to either of them, because they were trees. 


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