Home

Dogwood Dreams

by Genevieve Sturrock

perched in the fork
of a dogwood tree
hidden behind the
turning leaves
counting the berries
one two three
i listen to the wind
as it talks to me
of lands unknown
and sights unseen
of mountains and snow
and deserts and seas
of riches and power
and warring poverty
old men and boys
women and babies
it quickens my pulse
and cools my cheeks
as it rustles through
the turning leaves
surrounding the berries
of my dogwood tree
where i sit and dream
of you and me

09/20/2007

Author's Note: lazy summer afternoons in the south

Posted on 09/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Genevieve Sturrock

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Don Matley on 09/20/07 at 05:32 PM

A breath of fresh air thanks to your therapeutic wind. As beautiful and tranquil as this poem is, there is an underlying sense of something that needs to be fulfilled. Very nice. Thanks.

Posted by James Zealy on 09/20/07 at 07:26 PM

Very pleasant and effervescent. As I am from the south, there is something about the dogwood especially in spring, when the pinks and whites of the dogwood blooms decorate the landscape.

Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/21/07 at 12:59 AM

a wonderful summer-filled poem :)

Posted by Dan Kasten on 09/25/07 at 01:48 PM

I like dreaming... very soothing, this in. Wonderful write.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)