Whose home?

Poplars at sunrise

The sky right now is blushing

behind the leafless branches

of an old poplar tree

who keeps a respectful distance

from her grandmother.

Only the two of them grace this lawn

which they seed year after year,

their progeny mowed relentlessly

by the inscrutable human

who calls this place his home.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: inscrutable

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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