I Love You
Standing sentinel
Grass and flowers
grow up around me
Wild things
shelter from storms
rest in my shade
birth their young
Neither sun nor moon
can remember
how many leaves
I’ve let go
No one hears
the music nested
in my branches
No one counts
the blankets of white
gloves of ice
I’ve worn
I’ve seen
picnics on blankets
lovers carve names
thinking
I feel no pain
when wind yanks
away a limb
I sing
when rain plays
on my leaves
like piano keys
I'll be here
when you're gone
Squirrels buried acorns
Soon young oaks will come
LJ Austin 2-28-24
ART: LJ Austin "This Old Tree" 2017
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Good morning.
This is a very cool picture.
I also like the poem that you have written.
You are very gifted. Thank you for sharing that giftedness with all of us out here.
Beautiful picture … beautiful writing Linda 🩵. I so look forward to your blog every morning.
I love you.