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Regeneration
by Jane E PearceThe big oak tree out front
stretched and lay down again,
while the maples yawned,
and went back to sleep
in a grey wet dawn,
leaves and limbs limp
from the recent storm.
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But the sap will rise
in us all again,
when the sun steps
out for the paper,and the clink
of the milkman's bottles herald
a new day, fresh with hope
that squares the shoulders, and gives
us the giggles once more. 10/22/2005 Posted on 10/22/2005
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/22/05 at 05:11 PM Nice optimism expressed amid the decay of autumn. Wistful and homey. I enjoyed this much. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/25/05 at 06:50 PM Jane, so symbolic of your recent issues. Yes, regeneration is possible in all of us. Beautiful imagery - the trees and their branches. Nostalgic reminders - milkmen and glass bottles - I can see it in my mind - the small aluminum milkbox and hear the clink of the glass bottles.
~Chelle~ |
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