that tree

I sit

motionless

beneath

an hallowed oak

bark wrinkled

slashed

split

by many

a passing storm

 

a large

trout

feeds cautiously

languidly

in its shadows

midst tangling weeds

and mossy banks

 

no heron yet

 

a yellow butterfly

adds colour

river green

 

I lie back

pink, yellow, orange

flowers make me a bed

O the scent of it all

 

up in the oak

new shoots emergent

mid drifting

early Spring

 

this tree

this very tree

outlived the Kaiser

all horrors after

silent witness

still standing

standing still

 

it will outlive me

for sure

 

I smile

 

but not the Spree

dancing mayflowers

for you and me

 

 





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-30 at 18:35

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Poem well done. Good read.
2017-05-01


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
As always you paint pictures with your poetry Peter, what a pleasure to read you

Elle x
2017-05-01


shells
This is lovely, it makes me want to go hug a tree, but there is a serious side to this that makes me think of the Jewish museum in Berlin and of the artefacts that were eventually found in the Spree.
2017-04-30


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Got me to thinking responding in-kind.
Ken
2017-04-30