S l o w m o

by Genevieve Osborne

S lowmo reaching arm        curling curving claws around the bough

L eaves to choose      choose and chew     eyes droop     sleeping soundly now

O ld and slow        or maybe new and on the go        only so slowly slow

T all trees and breezy leaves your view           grey rain falling falling through

H old hang loosely long        sway and sleep      dreaming green and deep.

Written in response to the exercise 'write the slowest poem you can'.