Thank you for this poem, Bruce–it really made me think. I've planted a lot of trees in my life, often in memory of loved ones who have died. I had to leave the birch I'd planted for my mom behind when I sold my home after my divorce. The miniature weeping cherry my second husband and I planted for his sister-in-law has already given us two spring's worth of blossoms in our cabin's garden. While I'm daily aware of spirit, I wouldn't have considered myself a person of faith, necessarily. But do I have undying faith in trees. It was good to be reminded of that.
roots and branches
such trust as they reach
into the unknown
December 25th, 2018 at 8:49 am
Thank you for this poem, Bruce–it really made me think. I've planted a lot of trees in my life, often in memory of loved ones who have died. I had to leave the birch I'd planted for my mom behind when I sold my home after my divorce. The miniature weeping cherry my second husband and I planted for his sister-in-law has already given us two spring's worth of blossoms in our cabin's garden. While I'm daily aware of spirit, I wouldn't have considered myself a person of faith, necessarily. But do I have undying faith in trees. It was good to be reminded of that.
roots and branches
such trust as they reach
into the unknown
Autumn
December 25th, 2018 at 9:01 am
bare-foot psalm
intoned along our path
deeper song
__ Bruce, so sorry to use and abuse… your fine words: this, an instant's interpretation.
December 25th, 2018 at 11:32 am
my own backyard
I forget
to love it ?