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Friday, March 4, 2011

Walking/Photo Journal - Bare

I seem to have developed a fascination with trees these days, perhaps it's because right now they are striped back to the barest of themselves and are as individual as we are.



Old Tree Truck near Featherbed Forest




Bare
Raised from earth,
at first the narrow brittle growth
becomes aged and changed with time.
Branches hither and thither
as if to spread beyond their roots
 whilst others shade below.
On fresh clear days
striped back to barest parts of you
by season’s change
from deep within
new life will surge and prosper through
old trunk that steadfast will
caress their spring and love,
delighting leaves and blossoms grow,
another beauty
before their winter's coat.

8 comments:

  1. Lovely! And sad, as my beloved Bonsai is fading slow, like the light on a late Summer's eve. :(

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  2. Ah don't mind me, I'm just having a melancholy friday! Fingers crossed for the Bonsai!

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  3. I agree there is something about the bare tree, love the shapes they make against the sky this time of year when I'm driving by. have a good weekend, enjoya de melancholia!

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  4. I love your image and your words!

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  5. Love the title and the concept of this poem is really good.

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  6. Lovely.
    On fresh clear days
    striped back to barest parts of you
    by season’s change
    These lines especially appealed.

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  7. Great tree, fine words in absolutely the right order!

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  8. Yes. Nice work- clean and clear, rhythmical and
    I especially like the end. Thanks.

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