Oak Tree

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #263 – “See The Tree”
“We’ve all heard the saying, “You can’t see the forest for the trees.” That is telling someone that they are so focused on the details of a situation, that they are not seeing the bigger picture at all. But every picture begins with a simple brush stroke. A single frame. Regard the forest, but be mindful of the tree. See the tree.

So as we prepare for the onslaught of autumn in full brilliance, look at trees from any point of view you feel needs expressing. Follow the path of a leaf from green finery to the changes in color to the fall to the ground. Write of a barren tree and what it experiences. A stately evergreen tree. Palm trees even fit the bill. Think trees and write one as your mission.”

This poem is an oak tree–
free, spreading its roots,
spiking up to seventy feet,
seeking sunlight and water
for acorn babies. Proud.

This poem is an oak tree–
one hundred years old. Bold.
Strong, and wise, approved
by the owl. Some have leaves
all year, others change costume.

This poem is an oak tree–
thank it for being around.

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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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