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The Epitome of Beauty

There is nothing lovelier, to me, Than the verdant beauty of a tree Dressed in spring and summer's finery. Her charms grow languid and more lush When fall's caresses make her blush. And still I find her passing fair When cruel winter frosts the air, Winds his wanton fingers through her hair And strips her leaves and leaves her bare. She feels no shame or hides her face And needs no poet to plead her case. It's Nature's plan she must embrace And wait for spring with dignity and grace. And so remains the tree, to me, Of beauty the epitome.

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Charles Messina

Date: 7/6/2023 4:47:00 AM

Trees remind me of "Hans Christian Andersen's" "The Ugly Duckling" Ugly in the winter and beautiful in the spring! Nice write, Jim.

Jim Slaughter
Date: 7/6/2023 11:07:00 AM

Hmmm...I had not considered that comparison, but you're right. Thanks, Charles.

Bill Baker

Date: 7/4/2023 5:24:00 PM

Lovely rhyming and imagery of the life of a tree, Jim. Thanks for sharing your gift of poetry with us, my friend. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Jim Slaughter
Date: 7/5/2023 10:48:00 AM

Thanks, Bill, but a little clarification seems to be in order. I am from Texas, and I still have some family and friends there, but I have lived in Missouri for the last 20 years.

Deb M

Date: 7/4/2023 5:12:00 AM

Simply delightful beautifully written poem Jim! Debx

Jim Slaughter
Date: 7/4/2023 10:53:00 AM

Thank you, Deb.