Tuesday and time for Poetics in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Melissa is hosting ~ our poetic challenge ~ a focus on human senses. This image was snapped close to our home ~ a tree coated in frozen fog.
Bristled lace along each branch
thousands of icy needles
its bark, smooth as old scars
holding the cold like a memory ~
if I dared to press it with my palm
would it flinch ~ or would it welcome me
mostly it is silence ~ but listen
to tiny cracks of frost shifting
to the hush that hums with waiting
this tree does not speak ~
it listens louder than we ever could
How beautiful, your photo and your words
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ReplyDeleteThe. Silence and nurturing natural world is magical - jae
ReplyDeleteHelen, what a beautiful photo you snapped to share with me. Nature is indeed artist personified. The ice makes the tree look like it has goose bumps. I love to imagine it that way. Hairs. And your poem a delight. Thanks so much for sharing. Xoxo Selma
ReplyDeleteThe photo and poem are beautiful accompaniments to each other, Helen. I especially love the ‘bristled lace along each branch’ and the thought of touching those ‘thousands of icy needles’ – and that you are not concerned with how it feels to you but how it would react to you. Trees may not speak to us, they listen and then talk to each other.
ReplyDeleteI am myself a lover of winter ... so this beauty resonates so much with me.
ReplyDelete"It listens louder" --- :-) Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo and lovely poem! I love Winter! Thank you so much for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI love this, Helen! What a beautiful picture, too. These lines stand out to me: “its bark, smooth as old scars
ReplyDeleteholding the cold like a memory ~”
What a gorgeous photo to express this poem!
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