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Pennsylvania
by Alison McKenzieThe trees in Pennsylvania
Are delicate;
The bare, winter-worn forests
Seem more
Tender than sturdy;
A relatively gentle wind
Trains those who abide
In its breath
To a refined strength
Of genteel spirit.
So different
From the rugged energy
Of those Pacific Northwest winters
Full of gutsy gusts
And hardy precipitation;
The aura here wavers
Of hushed whispers
And sophisticated utterance.
03/29/2012 Posted on 03/29/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/29/12 at 02:39 PM Driving through Pennsylvania a few years ago was overwhelming with trees, and I love trees. I can't wait to hear your impressions when they are all leafed out. And you are spot on about the rugged nature of the west compared to the east, at least from what we observed. Your last stanza is like an invitation to come and see and hear the wonder of it. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 03/30/12 at 01:23 PM I've only been to PA a few times, but each time I loved the beauty of it, and since I was seeing beloved people, it felt wonderful. It sounds like you're enjoying that beauty, too. Wonderful. |
| Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 07/12/12 at 03:02 AM Refined strength genteel spirit. My family hails from this gentle strong countryside. Beautiful and so true. |
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