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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, May 30, 2011

Tree-o-let

photograph courtesy of Diana Lee

 Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Black winged angel of the wood
Sheltering the fawn and doe
Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Pine scented nests on earth below
Let doubters stand where Thoreau stood
Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Black winged angel of the wood.

submitted to Photograph Prose

8 comments:

pat tillett said...

Great poem! Our silent sentinels...
I'm wondering what is up with blogger. It won't let me log in to comment on anything but comment boxes. hmmmm....
Patrick Tillett, Extremely Overdue

Bryan M. White said...

I kind of clicked on this expecting to see a tree growing out of a toilet for some reason. I think I've been reading too many of Doug's made up words.

darev2005 said...

I don't think I could have ever worked "Thoreau" into a poem. Genius!

Fireblossom said...

I can feel this, as if I were standing there.

Jingle Poetry said...

love it.

superb.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Lovely poem!

Rachel Hoyt said...

Great poem! Pine trees look best when sprinkled with snow. :)

Brian Miller said...

nice...i am rather fond of the woods...and humbled to walk the trees...