Saturday, December 11, 2010

Winter Trees by Marion

Ghost of a Moon By Marion

Winter Trees
By Marion

The trees are all bare tonight,
their gangly limbs,
bony-fingered arrows
pointing to the ghostly full moon
shining luminously overhead
casting murky shadows
on the frozen ground.

Unearthly they seem---
like beings from another realm,
vulnerable and naked,
yet sure of who they are---
watched over
by the stars.

"Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?" ~Alice Walker, The Color Purple, 1982
"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do." ~Willa Cather, 1913


Kelly said...

I think that poem is absolutely wonderful, Marion! (along with the accompanying photo)

You could publish an entire volume of nature poetry! I love your work!


great words, image, great all, lady! i've always felt such an affinity for trees - perhaps in another life.........;)

and great quotes - wonderful post!!!

Donna B said...

I found you via Hazy Moon. Wonderful, descriptive poem! I love hugging trees.

lakeviewer said...

A lovely poem, insightful commentaries, and a soulful singer in the background keeping the magic alive. I love it all.

Who is that singer?

lakeviewer said...

p.s. I found your playlist. Thanks!

Debrah Riddleton said...

My dear Marion:
Let me tell you I delight with the simple things of life. Your poem dignifies the hidden beauty of the trees on the frozen ground. Exquisite, I have enjoyed it.
Warm greetings:

ds said...

Love the second stanza especially "vulnerable and naked" but watched over by the stars. Yes. Thank you.

Serena said...

Love the poem AND the photo. Beautiful!

Marion said...

Your poem reminds my of my childhood, when I was told the trees would send the message of safety from the stars, when I had a bad dream.

Your poem brought me the same level of comfort...isn't it strange the memories which returned upon reading your poem!

Thank you, Marion, the poem is lovely!

Anonymous said...


A beautiful poem! As well as that
I appreciated the accompanying picture.


SarahA said...

Marion your description of such brings a smile to my face. I love how you personalize things. And I was trying to pick out a favourite part to her, but I can not; for each completes her whole beauty.Lovely; you.

Woman in a Window said...

Robert and I were talking today and I explained that I feel at times overtaken, as though I am an animal with too much - and he said, yes, it is as if there is too much energy in the body - and I agreed, explaining that it is in these times that I go to the woods and it is as though I can get rid of that extra energy by being outdoors. It is as though the trees lift it from me, lighten my burden.

Your poem is beautiful, your photo too, and the sentiments, the quiet woman beneath them:)


Rick said...

I too have a fascination with trees.
They truly live in my eyes
and moreso thru your poem
thank you

Literalia said...

Highly regarded Marion:
I met you through the blog of Debrah Riddleton. A server, Arturo Juárez Muñoz, runs a blog called Literalia Mexico, which is dedicated to international literature, especially poetry. I admire your poetic style, your sensitivity and commitment to poetry and your readers. I am inviting you to accept I post on my blog an article about your work, your poetry and a couple of your friends (poems). I offer respect and professionalism. I look forward to your response.
Warm greetings:
Arturo Juárez Muñoz