Searching For Answers

Searching For Answers

A Poem by Chris Shaw

tiny shoots of green
appear where
catkins catch
spring sunshine

silver birch bark
gleams where dark wood
pales in background's shyness
barely noticed

bird song beguiles
a symphony of notes
a chorus sent
from heaven

my tree speaks to me
in language I understand
listen as nature calls
to impart her wisdom

after the storm
there will be reflection
after the storm
there will be questions


© 2020 Chris Shaw


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dear Chris... interesting how questions and reflections seem to go together. The only way for things to be better is to reflect and question.
Nature does sooth our feelings and gives us strength. With Rain and Sunshine... we grow and become the Voice that brings the right decisions to influence those who can change the World. Beautiful poetry. tenderly, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Pat. Questions and reflections certainly aid clarity. This is an older poem out for a.. read more
Patricia Wedel

2 Years Ago

Hi Chris … the Weather is pleasant .. it has been Hot after Rain Storms two days ago. We are usin.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

We need fans today Pat, it is stifling here. Unusual for these parts. Take care dear friend.



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What a lovely nature poem this is. To understand the language of nature is to have a peaceful life! There are answers to questions not yet asked in nature. We just have to find them. Beautifully written, Chris. Lydi**

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Lydi**. So appreciate you stopping by to review. All best wishes.

Chris
Hear the words that set you free and the meaning is deeper than anyone can know. Your vocabulary keeps us sharp. Challenging.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you duff. Pleased you stopped by. All good wishes.

Chris
I really like the language of the tree idea. Excellent! I was hoping you might explain what a catkin is? I like conjuring ideas though. That's what's fun when someone writes the unknown.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thanks Bill for checking this one out. Now catkins! Are you pulling my leg? You do know what catkin.. read more
Only the best lessons I've learned came from disaster. The weirder the better... strange events provide the most unique learning experiences. You can only pretend to simulate (which may be whats happening anyway)

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks for stopping by to share your thoughts. You always have something interesting to say. <.. read more
This was beautiful! A walk in the spring and nature speaks! Loved it!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Kathy for stopping by.

Chris
Me too dear Chris.
"my tree speaks to me
in language I understand
listen as nature calls
to impart her wisdom"
I am a tree hugger myself. A lovely poem shared dear friend.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Coyote for your continued encouragement. I appreciate you.

Chris
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

You are welcome dear Chris. And I appreciate you.
dear Chris... interesting how questions and reflections seem to go together. The only way for things to be better is to reflect and question.
Nature does sooth our feelings and gives us strength. With Rain and Sunshine... we grow and become the Voice that brings the right decisions to influence those who can change the World. Beautiful poetry. tenderly, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Pat. Questions and reflections certainly aid clarity. This is an older poem out for a.. read more
Patricia Wedel

2 Years Ago

Hi Chris … the Weather is pleasant .. it has been Hot after Rain Storms two days ago. We are usin.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

We need fans today Pat, it is stifling here. Unusual for these parts. Take care dear friend.
A poem ostensibly about spring, but clearly containing deeper meaning, prompting the reader to think. Nature does indeed have much to teach us. I love trees - especially the silver birch (Silver Birch is my pseudonym on a few other poetry sites). Trees are majestic and very photogenic. A fine poem, Chris!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Robert. I love silver birches too. I have two on land at the side of our house. One is cle.. read more
The Petal here wants to be a part of this sublime wholeness... to send your heart a soft kiss, confirming that your wisdom and beauty are rare. This is You in each line and verse. the essence of You. It's always amazing the quality of tranquility You can create through your Sunkissed Pen. only someone with certain kind of "patience" and clarity can write like this... naturally, effortlessly, heavenly... a superior masterpiece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear lightsong, you have me blushing. Thank you for such an awesome review. Sending love across the .. read more
lightsong

2 Years Ago

From my cloudy morning, along my coffee scent 🖤☕ through the chilling breeze over my lake, send.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Aw, thank you petal, and have a great day yourself 🌹
An Impressionist painting of a garden done with words instead of oils. I can see it clearly.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Richard. I appreciate your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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