Bower

I am grateful
that in my life I’ve seen
More trees grow than fall.

Oak and Ash overarch my Cedar house now.
The cool shade of their cozy liability
Grants such a cautious comfort.

Each year a bit closer,
cooler,
shadier,
Acorns and helicopters in the gutters
And the flowers off the porch.

Ivy, too, climbing taller on the walls,
stones,
and posts,
It’s a green grace around a blessed bower
For a creature like me,
allergic to towers.

8/29/2008

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  1. more should be allergic to towers, it would be a nicer place to dwell

    I agree, Scot. But even more important, I think, is to be true to our own perceptions of beauty. For some, towers rock.

  2. nectarfizz

    How can I not love a tribute to trees! (deep sigh)

    I know what you mean.
    I’ve hugged them
    for real.

  3. nectarfizz

    ME TOO!!! There was one where I use to live that was an acorn tree.. It was always dropping acorns on peoples heads..cracked me up, because generally people ignored that tree…it was clever way to get revenge in my opinion. Oh, and the tree never once dropped and acorn on my head. I visited it every day!

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