Autumn breeze, oak leaves, deciduous dreams,
Your living bark stores rings of memories,
Climatic changes, centuries of data,
Beneath my skin,
Each helix of my DNA still carries
Worlds before my conscious being.
We both are more than what we manifestly seem,
My old oak tree and me!
And though our embers scatter in a cruel breeze
Tomorrow we shall dress the earth
withmelodies of fresh green
With perennial presumption of our worth,
Tall and arrogant as befits our beings!
DECIDUOUS DREAMS...they have their time, and they are shed to make way for next year's growth. PERENNIAL PRESUMPTION of our tall stance...laudable for expressing those worlds that underlie our conscious being.
I have submitted a protest poem Hey Poem Hunter regarding all that rubbish which separates our work from the votes. I took me ten minutes to give Bharati a 10 for one of her poems! And then I tried to put it on my favourites list. I gave up in exhaustion. i don't think I've read any of yours but I'll remedy that now.
We both are more than what we manifestly seem, My old oak tree and me! And though our embers scatter in a cruel breeze Tomorrow we shall dress the earth withmelodies of fresh green With perennial presumption of our worth, Tall and arrogant as befits our beings- - - - - To my poem list.
We carry a lot of history in ourselves, mostly still a mystery to us. And I often wonder about my origins. my mother's family are of Viking descent and some of my father's ancestors were French. So I'm a real mixed bag! Thank you for your lovely comment, Bharati
Autumn breeze, oak leaves, deciduous dreams, Your living bark stores rings of memories, Climatic changes, centuries of data, Beneath my skin, Each helix of my DNA still carries Worlds before my conscious being. - - - - Wow- -What a poem! ! I love every word of it.
Well worth the visit, my friend. Looking forward to reading more of your poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem on nature. Mixing nature write with one's life enhanced the beauty of this poem. Superbly penned.10
I wrote it last night. I was thinking of dreams being deciduous and yet like the Spring leaves they often return to inspire us.