Tree PoemA Poem by Y. CountsI am shaded and safe, here under my many-colored canopy of gently turning leaves and low slung branches. The living arms outstretched and bent low create the wooded circle where I live. I could fall deep into the void of mind here below the leaves, tumbling inward. Or, just as easily, I could rise up through these waving limbs, with the cold and heart-shaped leaves smoothing past my cheek--- to stand upon the swaying zenith, naked to the sky. I could move the planets from their invisible homes in the ether fields, impose change upon their colorless, craggy surfaces, and line them up to spell my name.
But instead, I take my seat beneath the tree. Planted on the earth together, the tree is a fixed point on an endless plane, myself but a child of the tree. My mind begins to reference the experience between words, A quiet, still, and peaceful place of filtered light from a distant sun.
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1 Review Added on March 18, 2008 Last Updated on February 12, 2013 AuthorY. CountsCAAboutMy Writing: I am not a writer by education or by discipline. My poems are like dreams that become complete when given words. From the place beyond words they grow fingers and ask to be born. They tin.. more..Writing
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