Grace @ Everyday Amazing
during the night,
you wrapped me
in burlap fabric & staked
my thin bark against the pole
frost has fallen on delicate roots
but surrounded by mulch of bark
and shredded leaves, my seeds
burrow under moss blanket -
inevitable drift of snow,
and silence of birds
& squirrels in the wind chill -
these do not not grieve me anymore -
winter bears its own gifts -
unique points & full of possibilities
& i (am) grateful(ly) turn-
on my left side, i get
ready for long & deep sleep -
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Change and Turns - Winter in my part of the world means small & delicate trees being covered by burlap fabric to protect against frost.
smiles...a long deep sleep would not be bad at all...we got sleet and a light dusting of snow here today...i want more...smiles...staked
ReplyDeletemy thin bark against the pole...cool phrase grace...they used to do the same in florida when the frosts came, wrap the trees to save the fruit....
We have lots of trees wrapped along the streets and park as winter here is long and harsh ~ Thanks Brian ~
Deletevery nice..reminds me of a friend in his Wilder days who would fill the bed of a pickup with yards full of sheets..mulch mellowed these days..
Deletesomehow this speaks to me of deep trust and being cared for...leaving with a warm feeling here...lovely nature images to carry the metaphor grace
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely comments Claudia ~
DeleteBeautiful poem of nature, Grace. It cannot be half bad to sleep through winter! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteNot bad for the trees, thanks Mary ~
DeleteAhh... this is beautiful, Grace. I especially like the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteI would prefer staying cozy in bed during cold wintry days.
Happy New Year!
Yes, we both wrote about seeds, but yours... Wow, love it. So much more... MORE.
ReplyDeleteLovely write and a lovely name for your work; grace. Thanks for connecting. :)
ReplyDeleteinevitable drift of snow and silence of birds... so soft and austere.
ReplyDeleteGreat !
ReplyDeleteNice to be snuggled up for the long winter's sleep...love your words, Grace.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year to you!
Gayle~
Beautiful write, Grace. Better you than me dealing with the cold. Me and old man winter don't get along. That's why I love Texas!
ReplyDeleteLovely. I love the style you wrote this in and the strength of your imagery.
ReplyDeleteGreat description of the scene, even though I hate it, tonight and tomorrow we'll get wrapped, as long as the power doesn't go, I want make too much of a fuss.
ReplyDeleteLovely, I felt I was in the woods and the snow.The change with the long winters sleep. Smiles
ReplyDeleteWonderful to be having the cold unlike what we have over here, Grace! It's long showers and floods in some places! Lovely take!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautiful and soft as a lullaby. Has me wishing I could nap the winter away.
ReplyDeleteGrace - one of my favorites of yours - I love the idea of you and the seasons turning. Very pretty. k.
ReplyDeleteThis was peaceful. Love what you did with "turn" and such a lovely picture you drew of nature. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteLove the line about being grieved no more. Sometimes the holidays bring out difficult situations and triggers for me. I need to learn to grieve them no more. Sorry if I've inserted my own life into your piece, but it spoke to me, so thank you :)
ReplyDelete..oh.in a state of hybernation... sleeping in a cold weather or season indeed really tempting... Happy.. Happy . New Year Grace... smiles..
ReplyDeleteOh yes! "winter bears its own gifts"! :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. I love your photo.
ReplyDeleteOh this is restful, just wonderful words...I envy you wintery nights to curl up to sleep with...lovely.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I wouldn't mind being wrapped in burlap for a bit. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely loved this poem. Beautifully written. A sense of nature's order comes strongly across. You nailed it. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteA perfect winter poem. Happy New Year :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely, warm feeling I get from this! Wrapped and cared for through the long winter. What could be better?
ReplyDelete..lovingly written...
ReplyDeletei love the perspective on this one - very interesting choice, lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem to read for my Sunday morning! Great blog you have :)
ReplyDeleteThat made me want to climb right back into bed and snuggle up with the hubby again!
ReplyDeleteI love this Grace, I missed winter (we are in summer and dont like)
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!!
I wish someone would wrap me like that :)
ReplyDeleteI always feel like a hibernating bear in winter. But I am responding with excitement to the slightly increased daylight at the end of the day here.......
ReplyDeleteWow, that first stanza grabs you! Gorgeous piece, Grace.
ReplyDeleteAha- hibernation time underneath the covers. You capture to winter cold and scene beautifully Grace.
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of a children's story by Margaret Wise Brown, "The Little Fir Tree". The book is told from the trees point of view. Lovely...yours and hers!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words. Have a great New Year.
ReplyDeleteAmazingly captured.
ReplyDeletewish you a very happy new year.
Take Care :)
"winter bears its own gifts -
ReplyDeleteunique points & full of possibilities
& i (am) grateful(ly) turn- "
It is at this point that I knew the identification of I/plant and who takes care of whom in this sleep and grow time. Thank you for this subtle sleeping beauty!
Firstly, sorry i am so late! and happy new year!...this was a beautiful capture ad personification. You give the tree a voice, and describe through it the change of the seasons so well. Quite haunting, but not sad, the poem has this great air of calm and acceptance.
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