Shadows on the grass,
gnarled knotted twisted bark
branches diligently reaching
dreams of summer leaves rustling
bees buzzing, birds nesting in your
haven
you are not for climbing
your perch on a hill makes you difficult to sit under
your roots are uncomfortable pillows
my neck aches as I attempt to cloud gaze
you're magnificent.
Your "ODE TO A TREE"...
ReplyDeletehit good vibes with ME!
Love it when Peeps tie in their beautiful photos with their beautiful words. Isn't that sort of "Illustration" Poetry?
Thank YOU, Jane! And PEACE!
I like the idea that shadows, unlike trees, are not for climbing. A lovely and imaginative poem, Jane.
ReplyDeleteBeauty isn't always about comfort, is it?
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