I wrote this poem 2020, it is one of my favourites
In my youth, I had sprung from the ground with a hunger
Branches outstretched challenging the wind to take me
my lovers they lay a sleeping at my feet
As I weave a colourful web of shadows over them …
On stormy days and thunder and there were some, my heart split in two
but my roots were still deep and strong within the soil
I watch the wheel of seasons come and go,
At autumn I gave, to build the magic of fire, and gave thanks for all the passion my life has felt…
Yuletide, I sparkle with white ice and silver cobwebs, my sacred space deep beneath the earth waiting
The time for spring I felt the quickening and arousal, the first kiss.
And in heat of summer, I was captivated by the sun and drink freely of the stream
And my roots were still deep within the soil
Now in my twilight years
MY arms the branches are now old and do not reach as high as I used to,
My body does not bend so free and dance with the wind.
MY leaves are Autumnal hues and falling slowly.
MY roots still deep within the soil , but I am frail now.
And quiet like a falling leaf, I will leave,
but travel nowhere
In my youth, I had sprung from the ground with a hunger
Branches outstretched challenging the wind to take me
my lovers they lay a sleeping at my feet
As I weave a colourful web of shadows over them …
On stormy days and thunder and there were some, my heart split in two
but my roots were still deep and strong within the soil
I watch the wheel of seasons come and go,
At autumn I gave, to build the magic of fire, and gave thanks for all the passion my life has felt…
Yuletide, I sparkle with white ice and silver cobwebs, my sacred space deep beneath the earth waiting
The time for spring I felt the quickening and arousal, the first kiss.
And in heat of summer, I was captivated by the sun and drink freely of the stream
And my roots were still deep within the soil
Now in my twilight years
MY arms the branches are now old and do not reach as high as I used to,
My body does not bend so free and dance with the wind.
MY leaves are Autumnal hues and falling slowly.
MY roots still deep within the soil , but I am frail now.
And quiet like a falling leaf, I will leave,
but travel nowhere
as with all ancient trees
2020
A fantastic piece of descrptive poetry not only through the seasons but the trees emotions also😊
Beautiful descriptive poem, thank you
I love the imagery created by your word choice and I am a lover of trees so this was a perfect poem for me. Thank you