Jim Slaughter Poet Verse

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 July 6, 2023 at 4:47 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 July 6, 2023 at 11:07 AM Hmmm...I had not considered that comparison, but you're right. Thanks, Charles.

Bill Baker July 4, 2023 at 5:24 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 July 5, 2023 at 10:48 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 July 4, 2023 at 5:12 AM Simply delightful beautifully written poem Jim! Debx Jim Slaughter July 4, 2023 at 10:53 AM Thank you, Deb.