As I rest on a bed in a bright, airy cabin
with my wife of thirty years
sleepiness is settling in.
However, before succumbing to the land of zzz,
I look onto the vaulted ceiling and this is what I see.…
.
Sycamore leaves swaying in lakeside breeze
Palmate canopies forming sunshine shadows
dancing in a shadow dance of rustling
acoustic alchemies from with these stoic trees
These same trees that bring forth clarity in sight
While appreciating the diversity of life
with camouflage colors of black, white, and shades of gray
as we should live our life, with love for all, in a similar way.
These same trees that connect water with land
Shoreside stately strong trunked stands
symbolizing the threshold of life and death
as we live our life to the very last breath
About the Creator
Chris Siener
Many poems and posts I write have a nature theme, with family or faith frame of reference.
Recently published my first poetry book called “The Art of Accompaniment, Prose, Pics, & Verse“ on Amazon. Hope you enjoy & thank you for reading.
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Comments (1)
Loved it. I respect odes to trees. Just published one on sycamore too.