Notes From A Car Park





It rains.
Car park trees hemmed in, captive.
Symbolic of a lessened world?
If the roots go rogue, then what?
Dream of growing beans up the sides of the prisoner trees, of everyone planting and making car parks futile.
A power of fertility.

More rain, in spite of the blossoms and pretty leaf: autumn weather.
Under the copper beeches, light and water drops.
Nearly a rainbow.
The leaves are russet-rosé.
Under the copper beeches you can bathe in a sparkling pink
Raise a toast to autumn:
To future harvests.








Comments

  1. Dixie@dcrelief7 May 2015 at 04:00

    Reclaim the car park!

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  2. Jo7 May 2015 at 14:00

    Delightful pictures. I guess you are English as you say car park. I can't get my husband to stop saying that although we have been here for 40 years now.

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    1. Lisa Southard7 May 2015 at 22:22

      Well spotted Jo, guessing you would say parking lot? :-)

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    2. Jo7 May 2015 at 23:51

      Well I would, hubby wouldn't. LOL

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