My friend and writer Jackie Thorne posted this poem she wrote on her blog today. It warmed me inside when I read it.
As the day goes, dying,
night sounds begin –
the wind rustles gently,
leaves and branches
shiver wildly, waking up;
lone birds call out
somewhere in the dusk;
insects start to hum,
and spring peeper sing,
a hymn to quiet evening,
while I remain so quiet,
I swear I can even hear
the setting of the sun.
Your tree looks as if t is reaching up to the moon . I can even a facial expression in the tree . In the eye of the beholder I guess.
The tree is very expressive Marsha. From the other side she looks like she’s holding her arms up in a welcoming hug.
What a stunning photo Maria!
Beautiful poem…
I thought so too Martha.
The tree and the poem seem to belong together. Both beautiful.