Putting
on youth so timidly,
the awkward hickory limbs bud and burst,
tremble to an uncertain green;
eclipsed by brazen daffodils, the tender leaves
take heart from dogwood branches filled with stars,
-sure of their place on the bough-
-and shyly wait for sun and moon-
to shape new truths
from
old
and
tangled roots.
I love poems on nature and this is beautiful Barbara. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so grounded in the earth's truths!