Tree

I wrote this poem four years ago, but wanted to share it today as it’s spring again and the trees are looking incredibly beautiful.  I took this photo in Tinkers Clough, a little wooded valley behind my house.

Tree

Tree

Do you see what I see

On this beautiful spring morning?

Will you pause in your rushing

Busy day to open your heart

And step into life?

For this life, your life, is happening

Right now, and this powerful moment

Is your gateway, your passage to freedom.

 

And now you have stepped through the portal

Do you see this tree outside the window?

Only yesterday its naked limbs

Stretched skeletal fingers;

A supplicant’s prayer to a distant golden god.

And the god, in its wisdom and love,

Sent rays of replenishment,

Nourishing this tree with the gift of new life.

 

And just this morning, as the sun god rose,

And traced a curve of brilliance through the skies,

This tree swelled with a blessing received.

It shook itself from within, shuddering as it

Cast off winter’s thinness and re-emerged,

Re-birthing itself, admiring its new fuller form,

As the luminescence of its beauty unfurled,

Leaf upon leaf, revealing its fecundity.

 

Take a walk with me now, out into the garden.

Lie with me beneath this beautiful tree,

Rest supine, let the earth support you,

As we gaze up through this divine canopy

Of lush spring life, woven with songs to delight the soul.

Hear the sigh of spring leaves cocooning birdsong chatter,

Eavesdrop on the breeze as its breath flirts at ease,

And stay still, just for a moment, as we become Tree.

 

© Sue Claughton, 2016

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