Bare Winter Trees
J. Marshall Jenkins
In my hurry
to the mailbox
this cold
December morning,
bare winter trees
draw my gaze
from rain soaked roots
up
to manifold etched
fingers pointing – look!
– to gray cloud cover
sagging under
light poised
to burst through.
These trees —
chestnut, oak, and pear –
resilient
through stormy cold
night winds,
live
by simply letting
water
draw roots
down and about,
by simply letting
light
invite branches
up and out,
strong and fruitful
merely by resting
and allowing
in silent stillness.
Oh today I must
sit at their feet,
taking notes
in my heart.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth (Matthew 5:3)
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Oh Marshall, This poem is SO lovely. I just love it. I hope you write more poems to share with your faithful followers. Big Hugs to you and Wanda and have a super wonderful New Year full of love and creativity.
Thanks, Cinda. I’ll keep floating poems out there. Hugs back at ‘cha from Wanda and me!
Very nice, Marshall. I love trees and enjoyed your description…
Thanks for reading it, Bruce.
Marshall that is really beautiful. I’ve always thought that winter had the best moods out of all the seasons and your poem really articulated that. Thanks!
Thanks for your kind words, Bob.
Thanks for sharing, Marshall. And thanks to Wanda for encouraging you to write and share poetry. Wonderful!
Thanks, Steve. Wanda inspires me to write poetry, and she is one my favorite subjects.