My Season-tree

 

 

Sometimes you wear a lacy shawl

Sometimes an emerald gown

You shimmer in the gold of fall

Against an azure crown

Today you stand motionless; gray

Exposed to winter’s will

Soldier of summer’s lightning-splay

Or rain-song’s rippling trill

You cradle bud and bird and snow

Beneath your verdant tent

The daffodil and lupine blow

A bonny regiment

The hands that placed your virgin wood

Into a bit of sod

Knew that his children’s children could

Enjoy this work of God

(last verse optional)

And as you flaunt spring’s ruby bud

…summer’s green melody

Fall-bronze, bark-fronds, I am so glad

My Grandpa thought of me

© Janet Martin

I’m so thankful that my Grandpa planted trees on the property we own. I remember he said that he won’t be around to enjoy their shade but we will…