Climate Haiku Poetry

Ocular Pigmentation

I stare up

Green trees haloed by a cornflower sky

The bristles of their green brush

Sway back and forth, propelled by the wind

The tree tips are haloed by a brightness

It casts a relief about them, outlining and softening their coarse edges

That Aura I see is a trick of the eye and the light.

And probably has some fancy name.

Like Ocular pigmentation.

But to me, here in the wilderness.

It’s magic.

By mshipstory


I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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