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Twilight Tree
by Glenn CurrierIn the coolness of a waning winter
spring waiting in the wings
here you are you beauty
in your dark magnificence
you stand quietly without pomp
your silhouette a public secret
unassuming and unnoticed
reaching out to the fading light
as if to say “I belong here
so nice of you to visit.”
I belong here too.
And in this now
I feel a harmony of being
in our moment of silent union.
My eyes and my mind
are drawn upward
as if in a gothic cathedral
and its pointed arches
but here you are gesturing
in all directions
with your thousand fingers
serene in your eastward lean
a perfect prayer of earth
to the beyond. 03/17/2018 Posted on 03/17/2018
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/17/18 at 03:19 PM As a life long tree hunger, really enjoyed this seasonal piece, Glenn. Excellent descriptiveness! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/19/18 at 03:30 PM I am a sucker for a good tree poem. I love the "public secret," the invitation felt from the tree by the observer, the "moment of silent union," those wonderful "thousand fingers" gesturing and the divine last two lines. Thanks, Glenn. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/22/18 at 11:33 AM I feel about nature as you do, Glenn, and the profound love you feel for it clearly illustrates itself here. To love a tree is to love the concept that we and nature are not separate but one. |
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