The trees were angels this morning,
seeming to bend their variegated boughs
to bestow benediction upon my weary brow
as I walked out my front door,
and driving along the hilly, back road
I wanted to stop and merge forever
into the misty autumn landscape,
for that peace is all
I could ever hope to become.
Just divine! Anything to do with trees is OK by me. Loved this one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I loved this metaphor, Max. The angel trees with their 'variegated boughs' bestowing 'benediction upon your brow.' Very nice and very descriptive. Raynette
A wonderfully evocative write. The opening line drew me in; you've captured nature's beauty perfectly in this short piece. Made me feel quite peaceful - thankyou! Kind regards, Justine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love nature poems and this is a beautiful one. All the best, Diane