I walked by you this summer dressed in all your green finery. If I thought anything it was, "what a nice little tree." I am sorry to say I did not look close enough to form much of an impression.
Now fall has come you have shivered most of your leaves off a few hold on tenaciously trying in vain to cover your virtues.
I look at you and am I ever surprised! Your branches are craggy and twisted displaying the lovely complexity of advanced age result of many exposures to the storms of life.
The tips of your branches hold fuzzy little nubs that remind me of ***** willows. I stand near and marvel at the aching tenderness of your womanhood kept hidden until now under your leafy raiment.
I look but I do not touch I have not asked permission and I will not. I hope the world continues to pass you by leaving you unmolested. It is not easy to be so revealed.
I look forward to seeing you next summer all dressed up again. I will smile and nod as I pass by knowing what your verdant covering hides beneath it.
This poem is more of a conversation, or reflection, on a tree that I walk by each day. I worry about the varying length of the lines, the differences in the stanzas, and punctuation. But it is what it is and I have to let it go at some point. Many of my poems are filled with angst and pain. This one makes me smile.
All sacred scriptures were divinely revealed and given by God to man as a record of our relationship to help remember Him as best we can. They also can be used as a reference for advice in our times of need as they contain eternal truths for all concerned to abide by and heed. _____
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
I am sorry For letting you find out That I love you I never wanted it to Get revealed in front of you I wanted buried it Inside my heart Like a treasure forever. I failed to lock it inside me. Sorry for letting you know.