Each time I drive past this tree I have to say hello. She’s wonderfully feminine with her delicious curves. I call her My Girl. LD calls her Our Tree. She’s beautiful no matter where the light comes from, but I find her most intriguing in the late afternoon.
Yesterday, after dropping LD off at his dad’s, I finally stopped and took some photographs of this lovely arboreal goddess. LD had begged off, citing a headache from running and playing so hard earlier in the day.
Tree – Da Goddess
Strong arms reach upward
Waving to her creator
Heaven found in shade
Falling silently aground
Her smooth skin weeps
Joyce Kilmer – Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.