I am enchanted
by the tops of winter trees.
With their twists
and tendrils,
silhouettes
and snares,
they mezmerize my gaze.
Each time my eyes are
intertwined with their
magical state,
I am struck
by the awe
of it all.
Then, somewhere
in the back of my mind,
I find the realization
that this is not the
more cherished state
of trees by my fellow
human beings.
And I know that
in my longing
for trees
to stay in this
winter state
I am asking them to
not continue
to become who they are.
Why would I ever ask that of another?
I know that who I am
becoming
is where I must go.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
~ Copyright 2019 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
I love the image of the “silhouettes and snares”–that is gorgeous. There’s something about winter trees, I agree–when they’re laid bare, you can see the architecture of trunk and branch. It’s lovely and stripped-down, like a poem.
You are such an eloquent wordsmith and I’m honored that you read and responded to my poem. Yes, winter trees are one of the many things that inspire me during this season. Thank you.
You are very welcome–and thank you!