Elm

Arrested by a splendour of foliage
        That upward
        Thrusts itself
        On a course
        Which only the
        Elm experts
        Know about
And mesmerised by the great trunk tubbiness
        Whose girth
        Even Henry
        Would envy
And stung by the problems of its age

I have stopped

stood and stared

in stance of
        trance

again and more
        asking:

Is such a thing
        not a miracle?

Such a cathedral of
                green

Such muscle of
                wood

Such height of
                leaf

Such an endure of
                grace

Such overall mellifluence!

The experts agree
But confess
To not being in possession
Of info concerning
Change of décor.
Those who admire
Must needs beware.