Oak Trees Are the Most Hopeful
Because only they keep their leaves
despite a winter hibernation.
Pines while away the winter still green,
a testimony to toughness
rather than hope.
Only oaks cling to their dead and shriveled
leaves in faith of spring's return
and rattle them at you in the wind;
a reminder that frozen and dark
days don't last
and when their leaves finally fall,
green, warmth and sunlight
aren't far behind.
despite a winter hibernation.
Pines while away the winter still green,
a testimony to toughness
rather than hope.
Only oaks cling to their dead and shriveled
leaves in faith of spring's return
and rattle them at you in the wind;
a reminder that frozen and dark
days don't last
and when their leaves finally fall,
green, warmth and sunlight
aren't far behind.
posted by Grendel at 10:12 AM
2 Comments:
Hi Grendel,
I meant to tell you I think this is a beautiful poem. I love your voice here. I didn't because I feel bad that I'm *so* not a poet and never have anything helpful to add when you ask for feedback.
But since you've been gone for a while, I thought I'd pop in and tell you how much I enjoyed the poem and the photo.
Post more soon!
Kim:)
Thanks so much. While I appreciate feed back, it's certainly not a neccesity for posting. :)
I'll try to post more, but I'm pretty sporadic (at best) at writing so I do go through some long dry spells. Thanks again, Kim.
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