This afternoon I spent some time with the good folks at Charles House. I’ve been visiting there more-or-less monthly for the past five years. Today’s topic was tree poetry. Among the poems I shared were Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams, Robert Frost’s Birches and, of course, Trees by Joyce Kilmer. Then we collaborated on a brand new poem which I present here.
A Tree in Winter
The storm coated me in ice
my fingers — my arms — my trunk
tinkling in the wind
I feel my burdened branches bow
slouching under the weight
If this wind doesn’t wane
I may fall and if I fall
let it sing a symphony
my grand finale a frozen
crescendo of glitterful glory
Oh .. please don’t fall ..
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I think I’ve got a few storms left in me.
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Lovely poem! And thanks for the bonus poem links too.
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Thanks. Here’s a fun 21st century tree poem, https://poets.org/poem/self-goat-tree.
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“perched punch-drunk on a linden tree,
blasé about the gold you might shit,”
HA HA! Fantastic!
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Search for the pics of goats in trees.
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This poem has star quality. It sparkles. :)
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Thanks!
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