SLOW ME DOWN LORD
Make me more like a TREE
I looked at my Apple Tree in Winter
Just a Trunk bare branches & twigs
Shivering but Shimmering under frost & snow
My Apple Tree tree was happy & patient
Waiting for the Spring & Summer !
One Spring Morning I was tidying the lawn
And my Tree was transformed with green buds
And leaves starting to unfold ~ but no Apples
First came the Pink Apple Blossom ~ so so pretty
And then as Spring turned to Summer ~ no hurry
Tiny Apples started to form & grew & grew & grew !
As Summer turned to Autumn ~ they were ready
Blackberry & Apple Pies ~ Food of the GODS
The apples were picked polished and preserved !
Soon the leaves turned yellow ~ red ~ brown
And silently fell underneath the tree ~ its job done
Bare for the Winter ~ BUT ~ ready for Spring !
Thanks for visiting ~ comments welcome ~ Love BRIAN XOX
- Author: BRIANSODES (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 7th, 2017 08:12
- Category: Nature
- Views: 33
Comments8
What a charming comparison you make here Brian - being likened to a tree with its patient endurance of all seasons etc makes a worthy subject - a lovely read.
Thanks FAY ~ Apples an important ingredient of a real Cornish Pasty ~ I knew you would appreciate it ~ Yours as ever BRIAN
Good job Brian! I love the pink apple blossoms in spring before the apples come--I'm enjoying now the apples after the harvest. And now the leaves are turning. Just like your poem! Hugs-Christina
Thanks CHRIS ~ if only we could slow down to TREE PACE ~ life would be far less stressful ! Arboreal Hugs ~ BRIAN The Tree Man @@@@@@@@@@@
Good write Brian. I'm as old as the trees anyway! lol.
YES STEVE ~ and I Talk to the Trees ~ cos they always agree with me and never answer back ~ BRIAN
A great work and I love your comment at the end: bare for winter, ready for spring.
Thanks MICHAEL ~ for an encouraging comment ~ BRIAN ~ I will miss MPS next week ! B.
A fine ode to the unrelenting pace of nature, and what it can teach us. I appreciated this one, Brian!
I see the circle of life in your fine poem, Brian. Times of plenty, times of nothing, death and rebirth.
Very nicely done!
Reading your poem makes me think and ask why we are the most important Gods creation if we are the ones most mixed up. Most of us are more like drunken ants 🐜 not knowing what to do. It is like we don't have a clear mission, a truly understanding why we are here. I observe nature and it is like it is perfect. Everything is so beautiful and smooth. Before I was always looking for answer but then I thought I was wrong doing it and begin to live a lot more like nature. Just living day by day without too much expectation but accepting what comes and not trying to understand either. Just living. What else? Maybe I've found my mission and the purpose of life is just live. I add one purpose and for me it is the most important: it is love. I love you baby Brian. And the whole universe.
Good write Brian, those apples always return.
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