Beyond the terrace
I pace barefoot through
the garden past the blurred
flowers that bend their petals
as though they know me.
Brilliant in the starlight
the old tree stands apart
as if  having outgrown the
rest it needs space.
It sighs to the song of a breeze
limbs reaching to the sky.
I wonder if it has eyes
to hold such history.
I feel it is friends
with the moon
I  hear them laughing at us.

 

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87 thoughts on “The Moon and Trees

      1. You’re too kind. Your work is transcendent to say the least. It literally travels and adapts towards he reader’s mind. In other words, its universally amazing!!

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  1. The comrade you gave nature itself made this so amazingly touching and placid to read. Endowing those human qualities into plants and things of beauty brought out the gorgeous quality of this poem that only you can do. Wonderfully done Rene!🌹🌹

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  2. Holly, I love the final reference that the tree is so old, it must be friends with the moon. We witness the sky at dusk through our den window, so we see the trees frame the colors of the sky, including the occasional moon. Those times it appears the limbs are caressing rhe moon. Well done, Keith

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  3. Beautiful scene Rene. One of my favorite things to do is overnight in the Sipsey Wilderness of the Bankhead National Forest during a full moon. The trees are ancient and massive next to the river. The moon is like a calming light that filters through the trees and looks like liquid silver flowing along the banks. It is a time to reflect and commune with the ancient ones. They laugh because they know joyful secrets we can only guess. I felt those moments in your poem.

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      1. Your poetry always takes me back to the best memories Rene. I suppose it’s the resonance in the moment that fires all the right synapse for me. I suspect you know a lot more magic than you let on. 😁🧚‍♀️

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          1. Ah haaa! I suspected it all along. We spirit drifters are sensitive to the slightest enchantment of the mind, body, heart, and soul. Your touch is as light as a butterfly’s toes but your magic rolls in like the waves of a changing tide. I might not ever leave the pages of such a book. 🎩🌹✨

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  4. Beautiful! Love the personification of the flowers, the tree and the moon. Everything is so powerful in this poem, vibrant and soothing at the same time. It warms the reader’s heart.

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