The Tree’s Communion


winter in our garden, originally uploaded by state_of_mind13.

When I awoke this morning

I felt my skin was tight

And colder than usual

Sniffing I could tell

The late Autumn air

Had a crisp but wet flavor

My arms felt heavier then

When I had gone to sleep


Wide awake now

I looked across the garden

To see brilliant white snow

Blanketing the branches

Of my closest neighbor

I examined my own branches

To find I had been thusly adorned


A smile crept up my wooden body

A hint of cedar rose up

To entwine the snow filled air

There was a small bite of

Wind surrounding us


I stretched my limbs

To touch my neighboring tree

We were comforted that we

Were to share another winter

The touch of our boughs

Was a communion of love


Edited August 22, 2014

by: Theresa H Hall

All rights 2014


About Theresa H Hall

As a professional vocalist. licensed broadcaster, artist, published poet, lyricist, writer, essayist, critic, animal lover and budding pastr View all posts by Theresa H Hall

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