Grace

Posted on June 28, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #392, In Defense of Trees

"Your poems this week will be tree-centric. Write about a specific tree. A tree from your youth. There’s pastries, pantries, poetry, carpentry … any tree will do."


Gracing a corner,
limbs spreading
like ballerinas
every Spring. I'd pass 
by this tree each
day, when I lived in 
Portland, Oregon.  
I could not take enough 
photos.  Cherry blossoms 
hung heavy as Christmas
balls.  Soon, as petals
skirted the ground, I knew
it would not be long 
until seasons changed 
once again.  But,
there was always
next Spring to dream
about.

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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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1 Response to Grace

  1. pvcann says:
    June 28, 2022 at 10:27 am

    O Sara, you capture something here that is in me of a feeling, thank you so much for this.

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