I dreamed of shadows and sheltered things
beneath the tree with golden leaves.
Today the mighty trunk sliced bare as bone,
the rings rough and splintered,
you take my hand as we count the lives together.
A thousand deaths, a thousand loves,
a thousand circles bound us with frayed fibers,
spinning its thread, the splinters cut deep.
Now and then at the wound’s core,
the sapling sprouts from a single seed,
always yearning and always bending toward love’s light,
free of pain again,
under the sequoia tree.
She's A Maineiac 
A beautiful tribute to a glorious tree’s circle of life.
Thanks, Susie!
Whoa! Eat your heart out, Wordsworth. Beautiful, Darla.
Thank you, Al. I love me some poetry. 😉
How lovely. 🙂
Thanks, Peg-o-mine.
Beautifully executed, Darla. From a fellow tree lover. 🙂
Thank you. To me, trees are magical and my favorite things in the world.
Agreed. Trees are on of THE only things I was every able to draw with any success. I love the way they are shaped by the elements. One could learn a lot from trees…
Nice to see you writing, Darla.
Peace out,
C
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Thanks!
Beautiful!
Thank you. Something about this time of year….
Do you see that third line from the bottom? That’s the right stuff.
Um, how did I miss this? Beautiful.
Thanks, Shan!