My Trees

Today at Poets United, the Midway Motif is “vitality, energy”.  Most people think of physical vitality, moving, singing, exercising…I think more of spiritual vitality and energy and renewing it when it flags – and sharing it.  Come and read the different takes on this prompt http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2015/12/poets-united-midweek-motif-energy.html

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Wet sepia day
Cold drizzle soaks my world –
Across the way
The trees huddle close
Branches sag – dispirited.
Out my window I see them.
On goes my hoodie and I head outdoors
And stand at the edge of the woods
Breathing in the smell of damp leaves
Cedar and pine.
I go deeper to the center to the old oak
That is my long time friend.
I touch low hanging branches as I pass.
And there is my tree.
No hesitation I wrap my arms around its trunk
And lean close, the bark cold and wet
Against my cheek.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply, slowly.
A soft wordless croon from my chest
And I hug tighter.
I can feel peace now and a flicker of warmth.
I return back to edge of the trees
And turn back.
It’s better now, I whisper.  Rest.
My trees give to me
And I give it back.
We’re all better now.

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