Tree-preciation

A sight-break for the sites abutting BART
and roadway, they were planted to obscure,
but even so they seem like groves of art
appareled in November-hued couture.
Awaiting an approaching train, my heart
is warmed, my eyes are charmed. They’re urban, sure,
but unlike travel noise they aren’t stressful.
Whatever planned their presence was successful.

This entry was posted in Flora, Poetry, Transit and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply