Mother Pine dressed in vines
you have sheltered the young
surrounding your base,
nourishing them, connecting them
to the magic mycelium maze
Intertwining your roots.
We do not know who will survive
But we will cherish each moment of life.
These young pine trees and their mother grow in a park near the senior center. I don’t know what will happen to the young trees, but it made me smile to see them growing in a semicircle around the base of the mother tree on a gray February afternoon.
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February 10, 2022 at 6:09 pm
That is so lovely 💚
February 10, 2022 at 9:00 pm
Thank you, Alethea. The Mother Pine Tree inspired me. 🙂 ❤
February 11, 2022 at 7:30 am
🙂💚
February 10, 2022 at 7:05 pm
Mother Pine and her children are wonderful! Thank you 🌍
February 10, 2022 at 9:19 pm
You are very welcome! I’m so glad you enjoyed seeing them.
February 11, 2022 at 4:09 am
Yes. 🌍😊
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February 10, 2022 at 9:21 pm
Thanks, Linda!
February 10, 2022 at 9:13 pm
The baby trees look like a scarf. ❤ 😀 Lovely post, JoAnna!
February 10, 2022 at 9:22 pm
I hadn’t thought about that, but they do look like a scarf! 🙂
February 11, 2022 at 1:58 am
What a heartening post Joanna.
It warms the cockles of my heart to see the magical myceliums holding it all so beautifully.
Lovely poetry to boot.
I am reading this lovely book by Elf Shafak called “The Island of Missing Trees” and I love how the Fig tree in the story has a persona which is so endearing and more humane than any human.
Have a restful weekend.
Love
February 11, 2022 at 9:53 pm
It sounds like a wonderful book! I’m so happy to warm the cockles of your heart. The vision of the magical myceliums holding it all is powerfully comforting.
February 14, 2022 at 1:11 am
Totally so, dear JoAnna. 🙂
Happy new week!
February 11, 2022 at 4:27 am
Perhaps we will watch some of her brood grow
February 11, 2022 at 9:56 pm
Perhaps and hopefully. I’ll keep watch.
February 11, 2022 at 9:03 am
Beautiful.. I love your words..’young pine trees and their mother’ !! All in a wonderful coexistence.
February 11, 2022 at 9:58 pm
Thank you! It came to me easily as if from the trees themselves.
February 11, 2022 at 10:28 am
Wow, that’s a great poem. The pics are also terrific! Have a great weekend!
February 11, 2022 at 10:06 pm
Thank you so much, Dave. I hope you have a great weekend, too!
February 11, 2022 at 1:56 pm
What an amazing photo of a tree with her young ones! Love your poem 🙂
February 11, 2022 at 11:36 pm
Thanks, Rosaliene. I didn’t have a tree in mind until I went to my yoga class at the senior center Tuesday and saw this family near the parking lot. The poem came easily.
February 12, 2022 at 12:32 pm
The mother inspires us to admire and protect. I know it may be unlikely that all will survive but it will be interesting to track their growth.
February 12, 2022 at 9:16 pm
Thank you, Alana. for your caring honesty. I’ll check in on them and appreciate them while I can.
February 24, 2022 at 3:48 am
This is so gorgeous and made me think of being around these trees. How lovely you could see these, JoAnna. Thank you so much for sharing with us. See you around later in the day.
February 24, 2022 at 8:44 pm
Glad you liked the tree family. They are all still there. I’m getting a late start but will try to pull my post together for this week.
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February 26, 2022 at 3:37 pm
The light as it descends through the branches to ground is lovely; I so love an almost tree silhouette!
February 26, 2022 at 9:54 pm
Thank you for that beautiful clarity of vision, Jaya.