The Tree

The Tree

the nights are colder now

the stars seem much brighter somehow

when the clouds let you peek thru their cover

the days getting a little drearier

as the trees lose their color

and the winds much brisker

won't be long old winter will be here

freezing drizzle and snow

I take a walk thru the woods

find the old stream singing it's song

as it flows slowly over the rocks

there I see the old oak tree looking

so forlorn with its bare branches

wishing spring would return

4 foot off the ground

in the belly of this big old oak

is a carved heart with an arrow

and lettering inside the heart

I run my fingers over the lettering

DGN loves TAS

a tear falls

I wish for spring too

Gomer LePoet ....

Reviews

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Such a sad write, but so well expressed.

[Wynona]

The texture this poem has is fantastic.

Really potent stuff, Gomer!

[?]

oh Gomer, this is sad, but so beautiful. Loved the story, the imagery. I could see that old oak with the heart carved in it and the initials.
I am always wishing for Spring, love Spring, hate the cold winters.
But this year I not only wish for Spring as in the seasons, I wish for Spring in me, in my heart, within.
Beautifully written Gomer as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like how you told the story in the poem. To wander back on a path and find a signature to remind us of hope and love. A good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote