tree

                                       time’s been good to me

                                       my hide
                                       though bronz’d
                                       by the seasons
                                       manicur’d
                                       be crawlers and flyers
                                       and autographers
                                       still holds fast on firm feet

                                      generations
                                      of admirers
                                      of passing glances
                                      have I outliv’d

                                      and might someday
                                      my leaves never reawaken
                                      your memories
                                      your snapshots
                                     be bless’d
                                     for making me immortal

5 thoughts on “tree

  1. Leslie

    This poem is a touching invitation for me to meditate on one of my most favorite things: trees. And I love the description of the tree’s skin or bark as “hide.”

    Reply

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