Photography by Sarolta Ban |
Though a tree no longer stands
amidst it's neighbors, it's roots
still remain forever sturdy
Through the rings of time, the heart
of the great pine beats a melody
for the forest dwellers
Protected by a thin misty veil
animals (deer and boar) gather
listening to the songs of
gusty wind-pipes
November's full frost moon
filters light, to the forest below
mourning, the loss of warmer days
Fallen leaves now provide
a place for bedding down
a place for bedding down
before winter's chill arrives
Gathered are the spirits of nature
survival sings on ancient drums
take only what you need, for all
Thank your for reading!
I love the message in this poem. All life is precious indeed. I especially love "survival sings on ancient drums".
ReplyDeleteI love the thought the animals gather in honor of the fallen tree listening to the lonely sound of the gusty wind pipes. It conjures mystery … and hope somehow.
ReplyDeleteOh.. if we could only live by that to only take what we need... if only then the spring would be even brighter.
ReplyDeleteA tribute to the tree, still bringing comfort to those nearby.
ReplyDeleteIt may be gone, but its roots - its soul - lives on for others.
ReplyDeleteI love the tone of this poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Truedessa! A beautiful tribute to nature and all it's relationships. Life is precious indeed!!
ReplyDeleteEven when things change there is still a use beyond what we see, only have to look.
ReplyDeleteI remember reading your poems on Blue's blog more than once. Your talent is astounding. You deserve awards for these...
ReplyDeletePerhaps it is a lullaby to comfort until spring tears away winter's monochrome canvas. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, "Through the rings of time" and "it's roots remain sturdy" speaks of many years and many more to come.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, filled with hope.
ReplyDelete"All life is precious" - Indeed it is. Thanks for the poignant reminder
ReplyDelete"Gathered are the spirits of nature" as if all are in tune.
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