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.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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