Building My Tree

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Autumn PAD – Day 10 – HARVEST
“And so all that we have nurtured has ripened and come to fruit. All is ready to be harvested. Your poems today are of harvest and all that it entails. Write a harvest poem. Reap the benefit of your gathered poetic skills. We’ll set the table for your word feast.”

What a precious tree
I have built
from purpled pages
of earth
where words are arrayed
as leaves,
fancy and plain from
a humbled brain
filled with a harvest
spilling willy-nilly
onto branches,
and stanzas birds can sing.

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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2 Responses to Building My Tree

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Sara, I like this poem.



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