Love of Trees

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform
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I believe my love
of trees stems
from their solid
spreading branches,
ever-widening, like
umbrellaed welcoming
arms. Tree trunks sink
into roots, fixed
as a dwelling,
grounded in eternal

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to Love of Trees

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    This is absolutely lovely.


  2. ihatepoetry says:

    Very beautiful and wise.

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  3. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Your poetry shows a deep appreciation for nature and her lessons.


  4. Whenever I participate in some kind of group that has guided imagery the safe place that I go it is “my” pepper tree–the tree I used to climb as a child. It is there, I believe, my deep love of trees began. I can still smell it in my memory.


  5. Marian says:

    Really lovely. Just last night I saw a meme about storms causing roots to go deeper. Your tree can withstand the storms, I think.


  6. I understand this poem – I had a few important trees in my life growing up – one was an old old tree with a huge outstretched limb – a very protective arm I built my fort around. One day my dad took a chain saw and cut it off – said it was dead and dangerous.. I was devastated. The other tree was a huge willow tree … Yes, lovely poem.


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