In the Grove

I walked amongst the trees

Giant Live Oaks

Dripping moss

Time personified, aged masters

 

Tall tall Pines

Spears to the heavens

Taking our prayers

Straight up


Cypress

Soaking in the

Waters of Life

Knees sticking up

 

Cottonwoods granting

Quick shade

Finding water

In dry lands

 

Orchard trees, peaches and pears

Nourishing the body

Telling tales

To nourish the soul

 

Still I looked

I found Maples

Running with sweet memories

Each spring

 

Magnolias taking the breath away with

Sweet scent

Willows touching their fingers

To the ground

 

And then I found

A river of trees

Running together in a pack

Like the wolf

 

Slim Aspen with trembling leaves

Bright green leaves

Paper white trunks standing

In hosts together

 

They spoke of

Being one in the face

Of the world

And all

 

They spoke of knowing that

Together we can

Survive that which alone

We cannot

 

They spoke of the

Joy

Of being

Together

 

So I sat listening

Beneath

The Aspen trees

In the Golden Grove

 

And they spoke to me

Long and sweet

Of being close

To those we love

~ by Jane on April 19, 2007.

2 Responses to “In the Grove”

  1. Fantastic to have this here, Jane. Thanks for bringing it across😉

  2. A lovely ode to trees.
    Bo

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