John Lawless Poet Personification

Tree Rings

I danced rings around the others
Who sought shade beneath my girth
Turned CO2 to oxygen
Just a token of my worth

My buds in spring so tantalize
Butterflies and buzzing Bees
They shelter here all summer
Beneath my greening leaves

Then in Halloween display
They make the rainbows blush
Just before they gently fall
Quietly “neath Autumn’s hush

Now my limbs are cracked and spent
Old roots no longer toil
Dried bark is chilled by icy winds
As this dancer's rings uncoil

John G. Lawless
©6/9/2023

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Gershon Wolf June 11, 2023 at 6:02 PM Guess this tree wrung everything she could out of her rings. ~ Ding-Dong John Lawless June 12, 2023 at 9:32 PM I think we've all been through the "ringer"

Bill Baker June 11, 2023 at 5:32 PM Good Personification poem, John, I've seen a few other tree poems this week. I resonate with the aging tree. :-) I hope all is well and you muse is being nice to you. Bill