The City Tree

I have dreamed so long, and have no desire
To awaken yet again to a weary awareness
In this place of nothing natural, unbound.

I feel the sun becoming warmer on my skin,
Though frozen roots are still numb with sleep,
Dumb with the deepness of winter silences.

I cannot really know how I came to be here,
But in my dreams I was a seed in the spoor
Of a soaring hawk as graceful as a god,

Though his was no blessing to father me here.
Our kingdom is of field and forest and stream,
Where his leavings and my leaves in their falling

Would root and ripen into the original earth.
I have known no deer, nor nested a hawk
Or waited at night in the patience of an owl;

Seen sun softening in the eaves of other trees,
Or blue-green shadows of moss on real rocks.
Too soon, or too late. Let me dream yet awhile.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-04-11 at 17:24

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I have been a long time away.
Coming back and reading this
warms me and stills my heart.

You capture the loss I feel in the dessert
of a mind filled with other things.




Thanks as always

Joe
2011-04-14


Hans Bump
The second stanza is inspired. It tightly written and conveys meaning beyond words.
I enjoyed the entire poem but that stuck out as a highlight.
Thank you.
2011-04-12