Quiet Tree- Talking To Me My Spokenword
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like James Edward Lee Sr..
Midst the winter shine
I was outside mixed to nature tide
Cool brisk wind brew
Raking autumn leaves in my front yard
In this dead of winter tide
I look at the tree
It beacon me
As I rake the colorful dead leaves on the ground
I touched the tree branch I felt nothing
Peace and calm as I held the branch arm
The tree could talk but I couldn’t hear wasn't listening?
1/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment