Friday 55 & Da Count-Hilary's Tree

FRIDAY 55

Disquieted,

I restlessly wander the house
seeking calm.
Nothing engages me.
Nothing soothes.
At every turn I find
irritating,
invasive
distraction.

A whisper breaks through
to my spirit
suggesting,
inviting.
I open my door.

A shadow falls on my lips

shushing me.

The tree beckons me
with twiggy fingers
to find serenity
among her kin.

DA COUNT

The above picture was taken by Hilary of The Smitten Image.  She shared it in a wonderful post all about trees.  I was captivated and asked her if I may use it.  She graciously agreed.  Since childhood I have found peace among the trees.  In the past couple of weeks I've been reminded and drawn back to the trees for a few different reasons.  There's a rooted and interconnected quality to a forest that speaks to me.  There is strength and endurance in the longevity of a tree.  They hold secrets and whisper wisdom.  Even in the leafless days of winter they have a power.  Some may love the prairies.  I love my forests and the trees in them.

The Tree in the Park

 

*image found here 

How many families tired from a week of work and school

sat on a blanket to enjoy a picnic in her shade?

How many children climbed her branches

to spy on the world and hide their treasures amongst her leaves?

How many lovers held each other 

beneath her spreading boughs and shared their secrets?

The tree knows.

She whispers each story

when the wind rustles her leaves.

 

Friday 55-Old Friends

Two couples pass along the sidewalk.
They've aged with the once sapling trees
whose branches now reach to shake hands across the street.
Stooped men clasp gently
under the boughs.
Dainty ladies wave
as the breeze ruffles leaves.
What burdens bent their backs?
How far did the wind once carry them?
The trees have seen.