I hope you enjoy this beautiful tree poem from Dreaming Reality.
not what you see-
naked, shivering, withered tree
still donning bits of finery.
My skin gone rough and graying
and the ground beneath decaying
where my roots are firmly planted
as my spine grows bent and slanted.
Close your eyes…
try to recall,
the kiss of Fall
so sweet he made us blush
and feel the golden rush
of girlish delight!
His nimble hands did thus caress,
so wild, untamed and wreckless
we danced, to light the sky!
‘What need for garments?’,
and thus, unfettered,
that tame the spirit,
fool the mind,
the passersby shook their heads
and grinned instead of
”Oh what a shame,”
was all they said.
Such loveliness once on the trees
lay now in shreds around their knees.
when thus you see
the gnarled skin-
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