Me, Ancient Tree

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