cockatoo tree

The cockatoo-tree blooms
at the first touch of light slanting over the ridge.
Great feathered blossoms drop and swoop
 …white against blue
white against green
white against black
as they fall into the shadowed land below.
Their screams pierce the morning silence,
waking the sky,
that stretches out now
to reach down to the ground.

 

Inspired by sgeoil’s lines The sky reached from the ground / all the way up and around and Nick’s seagulls.
I dreamt of peacock feathers and woke up to see the first rays lighting up a dead tree full of cockatoos, unbearably white against the blue sky. Here on the western side of the ridge the early morning sun lights up the tree tops, leaving the land below still in shadow, until the earth turns towards the day and the sky reaches down.      

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11 responses to “cockatoo tree

  1. I love this. That would be a sight to wake to, especially after the dream. The white is such a contrast and I love the description “Great feathered blossoms drop and swoop…”
    Thanks for the mention!

  2. So beautiful!! I love it. 💕💕

  3. tree known by fruit
    whether to omit or loot

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