Lay for the Day
A seasonal song, from the book of Praises.
Of the Horse Chestnut
Leaves emerging eight
to the bud and more. The leaders
droop forward along the axis
the branch. Above
their smaller reflections open
towards the trunk.
Under these staggered pairs, balanced
grow lateral ones, yet smaller
to a level, fills the plane in
having clustered in its middle,
still, and crinkled and sticky, its
and even once again. These will
that cradles them, to be themselves
The light green
involuted tines now spiking
the structures heart
will wave and deepen uppermost:
last shall be first.
And all this was built in
as the flower will be when it twists
from the new growth,
splashed naive, fresh pink and yellow
Retracing the themes to the tree,
how its spiralled,
too, closely on itself, in one
its branches spun by what numbers?
shoots one and one
and twice two, or the fingered leaves
and sevens or
their fertile dynamic combined?
shaped crown as the tree-guide calls it,
algorithms harmonised so
the sum is one,
the several different symmetries
from, yet none directly quoting
Our countings only a writing
the tree itself
pronounces, the trees poetry.
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