Winter Tree
No one is coming to the park today,
No one to visit me,
In the midst of the coldest winter,
No one cares about a tree,
How can I look my best,
When the wind has taken my leaves,
I’ll have to wait in the cold for the summer,
To make my foliage green,
Then everyone will come to the park again,
And lie in the shade beneath me,
But in the midst of the coldest winter,
No one cares about a tree
Comments
Hmmm – interesting take – but I also love the trees without their leaves, as you see interesting shapes and form without
Yeah, they make a good black and white subject for photography. I have a photo of this tree. But it was with one of those b/w films you can develop in a colour process and isn’t all that dramatic.
– Morgan MacLaren
I like this one now I feel sympathy for tha trees the poem arouses an appeciation for the lonely tree
Hmmm, when I was typing that out just now I remembered that metaphorically I was looking at the tree and thinking about how some people only appreciate others when they want something superficially from them and are not really interested in who they really are. I wrote it about 4 years ago.
– Morgan MacLaren
this is nice. i like the sparseness of the tree and the words.