The Rebirth of Hope

The death of the old signals the birth of something new.

      Tethered to the ground, reaching for the sky

We’re kinfolk - my trees and I

They say, “Like attracts like” and

It must be right, since

It’s their company I seek whenever

I’ve had enough of my own kind

I know their imperfections

They know all of mine, and

There’s no telling who’s more

Scarred, knotted and gnarled

I’ve seen them in spring

I’ve seen them in fall

They’ve seen me stand tall

They’ve seen me weep curled up in a ball

And weren’t we, darling, like a strong, tall tree

The death of which we never thought we’d have to see?

But, spring, when it came around,

Couldn’t coax this love back to life

This mystery that once dressed in moonlight, and

Was beautiful to behold on sleepless nights

Now stands forlorn with its branches bare

No leaves, no life - there’s nothing there

        I wept and mourned, and

Failed to see

The delicate stem

The tiny leaf

The rebirth of hope

That seeks to be

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

Personal relationships certainly seem less permanent than the mighty stoic tree that carries on through it all
Although, global warming is causing our native Cedars some angst, so who can say.

[Laz K.]

Hah...yes...certainly. I have to say, you really provide a healthy dose of humor that serves to counterbalance my tendency for melodrama. Thank you!

[Carolynn]

I love trees so really enjoyed your use of them in your poem here - it is true what you say death of something old can bring birth of something new - I hope the new birth is something amazing :)

[Laz K.]

Thanks for reviewing this poem!