It’s in the trees
March 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
With this poem, it’s perhaps needless to say that I fell in love with the Tree imagery… (along with the poetic, dreamy-yet-melancholic atmosphere the poem evokes)
“It’s in the trees!”
I’m fond of her stance.
She perfectly prefers the branches
To the many reaching arms ,
Company she could keep.
She’s astonished of dishonest pleasantries.
Some/many dreams she would sleep;
Along with all the strong, capital B Beauty,
Among all the windsongs her highest treetops played,
She waited on a favorite.
It felt like when she prayed.