Love this poem and the ideas behind it. The stanza about the unrefined piece of clay is especially evocative with its double meaning. I, too, think there's a power in trees, specific trees that surrounded you in childhood that you didn't think twice about then, but now, when you see one, it takes you back. For me it's the cottonwood. Their size, shape, the way the leaves dance in the most imperceptible breeze. It was a fixture in the background of my life growing up in the Sandhills of Nebraska. Thanks for this poem!
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Love this poem and the ideas behind it. The stanza about the unrefined piece of clay is especially evocative with its double meaning. I, too, think there's a power in trees, specific trees that surrounded you in childhood that you didn't think twice about then, but now, when you see one, it takes you back. For me it's the cottonwood. Their size, shape, the way the leaves dance in the most imperceptible breeze. It was a fixture in the background of my life growing up in the Sandhills of Nebraska. Thanks for this poem!
Thank you for the kind words! 😊