The Tree

High above me, golden streaming

through its leaves unfolded

growing, teeming

with creatures,

big and smaller–leaning

climbing, flying

living, dying

in its greenery gleaming

all the wishes—seeming

there, seeds of the past

rise in the air.

And later,

under lambent moon

dreaming, beaming,

the promise of the future, greening.


Poem for dVerse, where Mish is hosting Open Link night.  I took these photos a few days ago in Philadelphia when we were walking around on our wedding anniversary after a very late lunch or very early dinner.



34 thoughts on “The Tree

  1. Lovely. You’ve inspired me to consider writing about the trees in our backyard. Usually about 7:30, 8:00 pm the light turns golden and filters through the top boughs. If we’re lucky, a hawk might fly through, but most of the birds are on the feeders pigging out for the night. It’s a calming vision.

  2. First off, so sorry for this extremely late response!

    I love this tribute to trees. Their beauty shines in urban places. Your poem is full of hope and the rhyme is delightful.

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