Towering oak
trees
Swaying in
the breeze
The air
getting colder
A year
growing older
Leaves
turning brown
And sap
drawing down
Towering oak
trees
Pleading to
the breeze
Cycling back
around
Then dropping
to ground
Yearning for the
simplicity
Oh, oh, oh! I miss oak trees so much.
ReplyDeleteLove the cadence here, and yes, that yearning for simplicity is a powerful one.
ReplyDeletenice...i just biked at the weekend on a way full with acorns...(bit tricky with thin street bike tires) but just loved it..the oak is such a majestic tree...stripped bare even more impressive
ReplyDeleteEric, my man! Work the rhyme my brother, work it. Nice little two stanza poem. Love how you keep it tight. Sometimes people make the poem to long using end-rhyme and I check out. Nice write my good friend, nice.
ReplyDeleteA wish for return to acorn-hood! Nice!
ReplyDeleteI love oak trees...nicely done :)
ReplyDeleteThere is something to be said for the simplicity and non complexity of youth. :)
ReplyDeleteVery nicely said.
Eric, I like this. I think we all yearn for that simplicity. The oak trees keep getting older, as do we!
ReplyDeleteha...great invocation of the season...but i do crave that simplicity as well....
ReplyDeleteSimplicity...what a beautiful thought. Love the flow of this piece.
ReplyDeleteTrees are the closest relation to man says my arborist. We fall prey to the same kinds of diseases, parasites, weather occasions, and for many trees we have a parallel life span. Some live longer but the trees and man are interdependent. We mirror each other and serve each other in primal ways. Lovely way of articulating that here.
ReplyDeleteSimple and sweet. Being another year older myself, this is resonating with me today...
ReplyDeleteI love oak trees... especially the old majestic one's we have here in the south. Nature inspires me and I tend to write a lot about so. I love your poem.
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