March 20, 2012

Trees




I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.


~ A. J. Kilmer, “Trees”





It’s Spring Equinox. Happy Spring Everybody!


2 comments:

  1. Lovely, my mantra this week has been 'Hurrah for Spring'.

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  2. At last spring sunshine. But we need rain too, and so do the trees, preferably during the night..

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