No longer saplings, the trees are grown
strong and supple, reaching high
above their supportive roots
that cling confidently to the earth,
not needing to see the sunshine
or hear the rain and thunder
to know the trees are thriving,
blooming more prolifically
with each spring renewal.
They bend in winds that break the old,
and shelter life within their branches,
sending their acorns, their chestnuts,
their double samaras spinning in the wind,
creating seedlings that someday
will suddenly be full grown.
©2013 Noreen Braman
It has been a fun and adventurous National Poetry Month. After letting them ripen for a while, I'll harvest this group of poems and see what I can turn them into. Thanks for coming on the journey with me!
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