In the quiet
you stand
ready for
a new beginning.
You’re as wide
as you are tall,
shady fellow.
The sun rises
to bless leafy
head with light
while life explodes
around your ankles.
Rabbits scurry
underneath,
an acorn drops,
a woodpecker knocks.
Bark thick with age,
cupped leaves
wave hello
like angel hands.
Limbs drape down,
a waterfall
lending shade to
the swing beneath
that patiently
waits for me.
Published in
The Avocet: A Journal of Nature Poetry,
Summer 2014
Really nice poem, Jill. Thanks for sharing it.
Diane, Thanks for reading it!
This is great for relaxing and focusing….Beautiful writing and iii love the picture
Pat, It’s been awhile since you’ve seen the oak. Come on up and sit on the swing underneath sometime soon. xoxo
Thank you for this nature journey.
You’re welcome! I know how much you love nature too.
I love that Oak! Watching the deer hide under it when danger is about.
Leslie, LOL! Only mountain lions.
How I love this oak tree. Your poem honors it as it bears witness to the turn, turn, turn of the earth.
Judy, Thank you!
Beautiful, Jill! This made me nostalgic for the days of life in upstate NY.
Nice! Thanks for reading.
Miss that oak. The poem takes me to the memory of it.
Your poetry never ceases to instill me with joy and gratitude. Thanks, Jill!