Tree
where you go
the wind follows
as if no
choice remains but
that of sun
and oak an
attraction such that
limbs curve to
light a certainty
which cautions us
to intrude lest
we lose all
sight and sense
of beauty you
are this tree
Written in the 80s, “Tree” first appeared here in December 2014.
Timeless … it’s raining or I might go out and read this aloud to my live-oak stump. Here’s to beauty in trees no matter their age/condition – each architecture unique, intriguing.
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Inspired by the oak at my former home. I miss certain trees more than others, and that one and I were companions for more than three decades.
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Your poem is very beautiful!
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Thanks very much, Lucy. I think it has aged well, unlike many others. đŸ™‚
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