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.
O at the Edges 
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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