Appearing
at dawn
beneficence
made her descent
a cloud
of blue
behind her
light rising
luminescent
glow
roots rumbling
towards
pine
tree house
birthed of love
and need
long ago now
titmouse
singing
from
bristled branches
closing the crevasse
between
awakening
and sleep.
I suddenly feel lightheaded after I finish taking out the final words “we are one” because they don’t fit – then I stop to make oatmeal thinking hunger made me feel lightheaded and when I take the first spoonful I end up with pine needles in my mouth.
Pine needles.
We are One.
BIO: Sara is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.
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I swear from my wombs
That I shall not curse her my fig tree
For it is not yet the season for figs
And then the blessing
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Gorgeous big tree! What I see every day are urban palm trees, magnolias, and jacarandas. And a few others, but nothing as gorgeous as the woods of Maine must be. Bright blessings!
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Oh Barbara this tree is on my property and I do not log but elsewhere we are stripping mountains …. what the woods of Maine used to be is gone except for fragments like mine…. Perhaps this is one reason I treasure all trees – 2 percent of old growth forest left and we are still cutting – Cherish every tree you see!
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A beautiful evocation! It makes me think of the giant pine forests of northern Michigan where the canopy feels like a cathedral.
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Ah our first cathedrals were made of trees…. if only more were left – I loved this poem because of how the tree spoke to me! Glad you liked it –
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