Maple Tree Den
By skinner_jennifer
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A poem about our Maple Tree
that overhangs our garden den.
Another photo I took.
Once naked in winter, sleepy growth
is revving up now spring is here:
spreading all known life with a smile
into the wild;
I should vision winks of sunlight
shimmer, transient to summer's
blessing. Let season echo its
welcome through complex leafy
grace to unfold,
for other side of this coveted Maple
we commune with nature; hanging
out under branches entwining,
nestled with fleeting wings to ponder
distant buzzing,
all insect life reverberating, sends
me into spellbound trance; watching
dandelion pollen sailing, merging
with my reflective thoughts,
for words are like seeds traversing,
soon forgotten...squirreled away
in passing.
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It seems a lovely place to
It seems a lovely place to relax and watch and listen and feel the sun and shade through the 'roof'!
dandelion pollen sailing — are you meaning the dandelion seeds on their 'parachutes'? Rhiannon
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Loved a den as a child and
Loved a den as a child and would have one now if I had a larger patch of garden. There are few things more restorative than immersing yourself in the wild among branches entwining, listening to the distant buzzing. I really love the way you've compared words said with seeds traversing at the end, that's an interesting analogy and very true.
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Beautiful, Jenny, sounds
Beautiful, Jenny, sounds blissful. :)
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"all insect life
"all insect life reverberating, sends
me into spellbound trance; watching
dandelion pollen sailing,"
Lovely photo and another beautiful reverie, Jenny. Paul x
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Jenny this is a beautiful
Jenny this is a beautiful poem.
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I really like the idea of
I really like the idea of dandelion seeds floating through the air being like kind words that we keep "squirreled away" maybe forgotten but their kindness roots in us, like a little sun, maybe one day to set free comforting words from us, that will settle in someone else
And your photo is lovely too! I can tell how much you love this tree :0)
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I love the idea of you being
I love the idea of you being a squirrel, catching words out of the air to store in your notebook :0)
I was walking back along the seafront today, looking at the clouds and trying to remember you poem about them, your words have found a rooting place in me :0)
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Beautfiul- that looks so
Beautfiul- that looks so inviting! Thank you Jenny,and for the photo too
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I can't tell my trees from my
I can't tell my trees from my woods, but you make it sound easy.
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Hi,
Hi,
A lovely way with words, jenny; they fall like a waterfall. Much enjoyed !!! Beautiful.
hilary
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
I love maple trees too, and your poem about yours is very goood. I like the way you bring all the things within your immediate consciousness while you are writing.
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The last line, the way you
The last line, the way you juxtapose nature and man; seeds and thoughts intertwining taken by the wind, to be squirreled away, to ponder on. That truly drew me in and took me there. I saw the sun, the pollen, insects buzzing, and thoughts dispersing like dandelion seeds to the wind. It is a reflective poem and so well composed. Thank you Jenny for sharing this lovely posting.
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