Amid the Trees
Autumnal winds blew this summer’s day
And my hands worked to take the form of you
Oh creator, how I felt you in my bones
The elements of creation stacked up to the height of me
A frame falling short
Rising when you whispered my name
The one the trees gave to me
The day you gave me to the trees
Rising as their leaves chattered
Bracing for the fall
Already on this summer’s day
Hands working to create
My body ached
And you stood quiet amid the trees
© H. Hennenburg, 6 June 2021Copyright protected by Digiprove © 2021 H. Hennenburg
4 thoughts on “Amid The Trees”
Heather, your poem is beautiful. I see the image was by Matthew Smith. I am wondering if it is the same Matthew Smith who was my friend since 1980 – he spent his last years on Bowen Island. If so, this is a small world.
Hi Sherry! Thanks for stopping by. That would be a small world indeed. I got the image from Unsplash, so I don’t know any more about the photographer than the name. Hope you’re well!
A powerful presence of the creator is truly felt amid the trees. Such a beautiful poem, H.
I hope you’re keeping well, and enjoying the summer!
Thank you so much, Khaya! I hope you are also well. I loved the waterside photo you recently posted – the epitome of summer.
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