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| Angel Oak - Wikimedia |
Beneath your wings of sturdy oak
hopes and dreams twist and turn
limbs, buds of spring swell
in an aura of warm sunlight
a choir of birds burst into
song
hearts nestle in twigs, grass
and leaves, waiting for birth
time to take flight
posted for dVerse - Quadrille 7
using the word "twist"
total word count 44
Oh, man. I love the idea of a tree having wings. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteHey you have to love a tree with wings!
DeleteWhat a gorgeous oak and how well you have captured its spirit.
ReplyDeleteThank you Victoria!
DeleteLove this part best:
ReplyDeletebuds of spring swell
in an aura of warm sunlight
a choir of birds burst into
song
I am excited for the birthing of the new season ~ Have a good week ~
Me too Grace and I am glad winter is gone!
DeleteI love the promise of spring in this. My favorite phrase is "...waiting for birth time to take flight."
ReplyDeleteSpring is a time of rebirth...
DeleteBeautiful. What a beautiful tree.........an Angel oak...I love the "wings" in your poem!!!!
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry
DeleteThank you Ii was so lucky to find this beautifult tree
Wow! You really captured the oak in your poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you! This tree is amazing
Deleteah...those wings to take everyone under...beautiful..
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need wings
DeleteBeautiful tribute to the spring. The branches of the tree do look like wings, what a great image.
ReplyDeleteThank you !
Deleteoh i love your illustration of a tree as a sheltering, almost parental figure to the flora and fauna beneath its boughs. beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteTrees can offer us so much!
DeleteThis poem personifies Spring. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI am ready for spring
DeletePerfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteMuch can spring from under such wings
ReplyDeleteand who knows when those wings will be needed
DeleteWhat a beautiful poem. I love the feeling of the tree giving safe haven to wildlife. With the spreading branches it seems open to all who may need her protection. That's an amazing photo too; I've never heard of an Angel Oak.
ReplyDeleteI agree a very beautiful tree that really reaches out in beauty
DeleteHey Truedessa,
ReplyDeleteBacktracked and noted
The words you wroted
In your posts past
Now, I comment, at last.
The oak wakens from sleep
Spring and the dawning we keep.
Thanks for your prose
You is good you knows.
Gary, Gary, never contrary :)
Gary, imagine my surprise to see your comment. I am most honored you came out of hiding to leave me a note.
DeleteWell, then you'll be surprised to see me too :)
DeleteHello, friends!
Surprised and smiling!!!🙂
DeleteHow are you Blue?
As a kid I always felt like I could fly when I climbed up to the tallest (sturdy) branch in the apple tree in my parents' backyard. The bumps and bruises I sported, however, proved otherwise.
ReplyDeleteHaha I was a tree climber as well
DeleteThoughts of spring taking flight. Happens to us all! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteHi Trudessa, love the poem and the tree!
ReplyDeleteThere is something so wonderful to rest beneath a tree like that
ReplyDeleteTrees hold so many stories of the past but your poem gives this tree life and hope for the future. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteWings.... yes indeed. I have stood beneath this oak - ran my hand along her bark. She is magnificent. Lovely poem
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