Bare now, bodies brown and skin-thin,
Limbs outspread, shaking in the cold,
Arms flung awry, trees sigh within,
And nakedly stand, looking old.
Yet, branching out towards relief
Sense spring afar as poised they wait
Bearing rough times, in the belief
That trees, in retreat stand fated
To re-leaf again. They store sweet
Rewards in roots, to impregnate
Dormant buds, daily, if needed.
Such revival trees contemplate.
Unclad they live, but still they thrive.
As a tree so are we, both claim
To hold on, and, by staying alive
Both will survive to blossom again.
This is a most beautifully expressed poem, Fay, subtly comparing trees with we human beings. Your fine words were so expressive in this most delightful write and revealed a very astute observation on your part as one the truly great poets on this site. Carl.
intricately designed... like the trees was this poem.
Lovely Fay really enjoyed this, your nature poetry at its best 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is poetry at its best.Wonderful words