Sunday, December 12, 2010

Sap-Rising Song

A sapling learns the work of trees
Is standing tall and pushing deep.
Its being, tall and maple,
Stabs the iris with a hue
Too precisely to be doubted or confused.
But flowers fade;
Leaves fly;
Seeds depart
To start their own slender lives.

And when the thick girth of wood
And snaking labyrinth burrowing below the earth
Hide mysteries too myriad to ignore,
It must reveal the song of roots
And deep inner layers of trunk.
Now beckoned by the insistence of warmth
To let dark rings spill forth and sing,
That sweet dew, distilled from the toil
Of standing tall and pushing deep,
Glows like honey
On rough, cracking  bark.


written April 1976, published on poemhunter April 2009

2 comments:

  1. You so know trees. I love every line, the burrowing beneath the earth, the standing tall, and the glow like honey on rough, cracking bark. Fantastic poetry. Just the best!

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  2. ...the song of roots....
    Oh Lillian, such a song of trees you have written here to please the heart and mind.

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