Lavender

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Thoughts

I suppose trees
sleep each night
after holding their faces
toward the sun and their
arms so high all day

They might bow their heavy heads
let their long limbs dangle
then brush the earth
with their elegant fingertips

I can imagine the soft inhale
their exhale as they cleanse
the air around them with a sigh
dreaming of clouds coming and going
and clusters of mushrooms at their feet

I suppose they are wise that way

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Ray Miller

3 weeks ago

Thoughts

Faces, arms, heads, limbs, fingertips, feet. You've endowed your trees with human features. One must suppose that their wisdom prevails in spite of this...

Nice poem. Maybe the title needs to be more specific.

Lavender

3 weeks ago

Hello, Ray,

After hiking, sometimes I have random thoughts, wondering what activity is going on there in the middle of the night - owls, raccoons, and the like. And I imagine the trees resting.

Thank you for reading!

Sen99

3 weeks ago

Personification of Trees

Hello Lavender

Enjoyed your reflections on our arboreal friends

Quite touching and descriptive.

Nice share

Lavender

3 weeks ago

Hello, Sen,

Yes, they are our very best, most loyal friends.

Thank you!

Geezer

3 weeks ago

This sounds...

like a bit from "Alice in Wonderland." Do the mushrooms at their feet have that sort of significance?

Almost a fairytale. ~ Geez.

Lavender

3 weeks ago

It feels like a fairy tale as I'm hiking! I expect gnomes or wood fairies to accidentally show themselves, it's so beautiful and quiet. Mushrooms clustered directly at or onto the bottom of the tree signifies the tree is dying. Gentle decomposers.

Thank you!

William Lynn

2 weeks 6 days ago

Enjoyable

What a wonderful way to wake up in the morning and take a poetic stroll with you.

Many thanks for sharing. - Will

Lavender

2 weeks 6 days ago

Hello, Will,

I'm pleased if this brings anything positive to the reader's day.

Thank you for your lovely comment!

Michael Anthony

2 weeks 6 days ago

The truth about trees is…

The truth about trees is there for anyone who bothers to look, which you have magnificently captured in this lovely poem. One of my favorites now! Especially loved your opening and closing stanzas - good stuff L!

Lavender

2 weeks 6 days ago

Hello, Michael,

Our buddies, for certain! It's always grounding to be among the trees.

Thank you for your kind words.

Rula

2 weeks 6 days ago

As always

An enjoyable read. A child-like wide imagination that takes the reader to unlimited zones to see and hear the unseen and the unheard with well chosen words.

Absolutely, personification in its very best L.

A piece I have definitely wished to write.

Thank you 🙏🏻

Lavender

2 weeks 5 days ago

Hello, Rula,

Thank you for spending time with me among the trees!