M. L. Kiser Poet Sonnet

A Sonnet of the Trees

Splendors filtering light from sol’s fingers.
Winter sentries stand looming in the shadows cast by moonlight.
In the cold polar breath, nothing lingers;
guard duty shifts when Spring arrives; old Man Winter can’t take sunlight.

Evergreen dreams, salvage his empty eyes; splashes of color.
Carpeting pines are homes for beings of flight.
Giant oaken knights defend woodsy borders, among others;
stretching to drink sunlight.

Just listen to the gossip of the leaves in the breeze;
Secrets shared, bond these beings.  
Their bodies strong, defend against high winds.
Protected by bark sweaters, they may still freeze; 
some will break; some will bend; others will succumb while many mend.

The most precious gift Mother Nature bestows, the gift of trees.

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Caren Krutsinger October 2, 2018 at 7:22 AM You have poetically turned trees into something magical and magnificent, M.L. Well-done! M. L. Kiser October 3, 2018 at 3:58 AM Thanks Caren, to me trees are magical and magnificent. They don't just provide oxygen; they often seem like wise old sentries.

Vijay Pandit October 2, 2018 at 7:10 AM Enjoyed the ride through seasons and scenic, colorful nature. Gossip of the leaves in breeze...quite refreshing..well crafted, M.L.K. M. L. Kiser October 3, 2018 at 3:57 AM Wow, thank you so much, Vijay; I was inspired by the colors in the mountains, around my home state. When leaves are crunching through the air; they do give the impression that they are gossiping.