Laurel Burch

Laurel Burch

I cannot resist
the symmetry of a fir tree
Its boughs reaching out wide
with needles pointed to the sky
Upon its noble spire eagles alight
while under its canopy squirrels
run dry in the December rains
Upon the elbows of limbs
birds hang nests

What marvels lie
in the symmetry of things
Say the eyes belying the soul
alike yet so deceptively unique
articulated by complementary brows
the one saying yes the other no
Or take our opposable hands
one saying Come Right In!
the other Not So Fast!

Folly seeks beauty
in the thing’s perfection
All the fallen world is flawed
It is our flaw to think we are not
Wisdom is content with symmetry
the beauty hidden within humility
Tho our song be sharp or flat
may it never lack passion
Poetry perseveres

“Every worthwhile poem contains many faults
and every worthwhile poet commits them.” ~ Eric Partridge



About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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