Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Leaning Tree

And this, our life... 
finds tongue in trees, 
books in the running brooks, 
sermons in stone...
William Shakespeare

Beside the creek– 
Water low within its boundaries,
Frozen in its slow places,
Banks edged in white;
An old tree leans out tentatively
Trying to bridge the icy water,
Touch the stream it shaded
 Last summer
Next year 
It will be firewood
Stacked neatly in the barn
And along the back porch
To warm us for another
Season to come.


  1. I like this photo and your poem about the stages in the life of the tree.

  2. Thanks Martha.It is difficult to find pretty things to photograph outside this time of year since Oklahoma is dry and brown.