Loving Tree

Greetings Everyone!

Here is today’s poem. Read slowly … and contemplate. Let the words drop in deeply. The invitation is for you to contemplate these words for yourself. Any meaning and insight will come to you, for you, from that still place inside you. At the end, pause and take a few moments to consider what it means to you.

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Loving Tree

Snow glistens on my branches of grey.

Sunlight radiates warmth into my pulsing veins.

Early winter days promise me colder is coming.

When you look out your frosty window pane at me

I see your eyes in appreciation speaking with love.

Thank you, you think, for being my constant guardian.

Oh dear loving tree how special you are to me.

Every blade of green grass around me turned brown.

All in perfect order with the rhythms of the seasons four.

Aged and young golfers, motorized golf carts, bagged golf clubs,

Bouncing, rolling, white dimpled golf balls

Ride on the wind of the cursing and sometimes jubilant golfers.

I love the wintery freeze halting the golfers play.

Please don’t lose your faith in God, which you see so much in me.

I remind you with each passing day that life is ever-changing.

Impermanent in it’s nature, as you watch the evidence.

My leaves turn colors of red, yellow, orange.

Falling gently to the earth, eventually crumpling with age.

Decaying back to the soil that will renew me in Spring.

Vibrant with fresh life after rejuvenating hibernation.

You are there again at the window

pondering your life, through mine.

I am your loving tree.

Anya Sophia Mann