Anybody could write about a tree, Jonathan, but not many (if any) could capture that moment, with the sun coming behind it and way it stirred your heart and led you on to something you had missed before. I like all three verses, but particularly the first one because it sets the scene so well and your instinctive response to it:
somehow like updating Wordsworth's "Splendor in the grass"...?! [Splendid on grass anyhoo...(!)
Thank you, Broo
A fine read, Jonathan!
Thank you, Gary
Very sweet stuff!
Thank you, RV
Peace
Amen, Patris
I love the photo, Jonathan. The poem is so thoughtful. We can look at something for years and never truly see it.
Thank you, Rod
Anybody could write about a tree, Jonathan, but not many (if any) could capture that moment, with the sun coming behind it and way it stirred your heart and led you on to something you had missed before. I like all three verses, but particularly the first one because it sets the scene so well and your instinctive response to it:
"All the times I've looked at this tree
With the sun coming up behind
Its branches signalling me
In a way aloof but kind,
I've felt something stir inside
My heart that I thought had died."
Thank you, Martin
This tree gives you pause, rest, companionship, a recognition, that you love this tree, and it reponds.
Thank you, Malcolm
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