Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Friday, April 04, 2014

D is for . . .Deciduous

I would rather be like you, 
oak, elm, maple,
shedding leaves at the proper season,
that flame of red in the fall,
my branches mere sticks in the winter,
when the birds turn south,
lighter somehow
of those night terrors,
able to see showers of stars
through my bones.

Then into spring which brings
the barest of buds,
through that season of gray rain,
when songbirds return
and build nests in my hair,
their chirps a joyful noise,
as I bloom full summer green,
the round of days before 
and to come:
infinity.

Japanese Garden
Manito Park, Spokane (Camp 2011)




7 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem, Beth! You totally made my day. :)

    Marian Allen, Author Lady
    Fantasies, mysteries, comedies, recipes

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    1. Thanks, Marian. I'm not really sure I can write a poem a day for the rest of the month, but it's fun to try! :)

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  2. Wow. What a beautiful poem. How long does it take to come up with something that fine?
    Deb@ http:debioneille.blogspot.com

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    1. Hello, Debi. Thanks for visiting. Interesting question. I'm never sure if it takes a very long time or not. Sometimes the poem appears. Sometimes.

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  3. Anonymous6:03 AM

    Your words inspire great mind pictures...soul snapshots.

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  4. One of your best, Beth! I love poetry month when many poets make a daily appearance; I love reading your blog daily but in poetry months, I love it best.
    Karen

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  5. Wow! Love the imagery here...the seasons depicted so beautifully!
    Aditi, A2Z participant

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