~Lucy Maud Montgomery
Happy Poetry Friday! When I was looking for quotes, I also found this delightful one:
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
~Leif Enger
It's been very gold today. *happy sigh* I am a fan of October. We have two tree-related poems this week.
letter to my father
by Sara Eddy
I’ve been walking around with a knot
in my belly all week for no reason.
There’s nothing wrong, no big turmoil.
But I feel everything, a web of open nerves
zapping to the tune of every little thing.
We finally had winter this week, after many...
read the rest here
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Whenever you see a tree
By Padma Venkatraman
Think
how many long years
this tree waited as a seed
for an animal or bird or wind or rain
to maybe carry it to maybe the right spot
where again it waited months for seasons to change
read the rest here
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Beyond Literacy Link has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Carol!
18 comments:
ooooh, that Sara Eddy poem gets me. I was raised to revere the elders...all those things they said about the seasons and planting and the sky are tucked away in my brain for what seems no good reason. I'm a suburb dweller. I love a good city. But, in spring and autumn those bits of wisdom rise up...so much like the way Sara descibes in her poem. Thanks for sharing it!
In the book club I'm in, we just read PEACE LIKE A RIVER by Leif Enger, and the quote you shared is one that landed in my notebook. xo
I love thinking of the hope trees hold! I'm taking that with me into the mountains this morning. Thank you!
I am surrounded by trees, Tabatha, and will never stop feeling grateful. That hope feels very good. And, in the first poem, remembering the love brought along even after a parent leaves us is beautiful. Thanks for both!
Fabulous quotes and wonderful poems (second is my fave). Love the hope trees hold, yes!
Tabetha, what wonderful selections to share! “Has it been hard enough, this winter?” made me think of the myriad ways that line could be interpreted in this crazy time.
Wow to that second poem! It's so true! And it applies to more than trees.
Thank you for Padma's poem--I love it!
As a person who lost a father 2 and a half years ago, the letter poem spoke to me. My emotions can run hot and cold on any given day. I think poetry is a place we can find ourselves and say, yes, that's me today. Missing Dad and feeling too much.
Your post is a celebration of trees, Tabatha! I love both poems, especially Padma's concrete one. Thank you for sharing them!
Tabatha, It is difficult not to acknowledge tree and sing their praises and you pay due homage here in your post. Thanks for the reminder. I'll leaf it there...
Thanks for both of these deep-rooted feel-good poems, and quotes Tabatha, enjoy all those lovely amber-ochre, burnt orange and crimson colors! 🍁
Tabatha, I love the quote and placed in my blog journal since I never read this one. Padma's poem holds a beautiful image of a tree. The ending lines were hopefilled. Thank you for adding some lovely thoughts..Leaves on the trees do whisper especially when they land in front of me.
YES to these gold days and to the hope we can see in every tree.
Oh, thank you. I feel like I just spent time amongst the changing leaves...
Tabatha, Thank you for sharing these two poems. They both resonate with me in important ways. The poem about missing a father rings close to home. While my Dad is still living, he is slowly starting to fail (88 yo), thus all of our trips to see him. I've thought a lot about writing a poem about him. And the tree poem, well - I love it. It captures the essence of what I taught to students about nature in my garden club - wish I had the words come to me for it like Padma. I love October too.
Oh thank you for sharing these! Love tree poems.
Tabatha, Leif Enger is one of my favorite writers. He is sublime, and of course, L.M. is in a class by herself too. :)
I loved this from Whenever You See a Tree:
think
how
much
hope
it holds
Yes.
October is the bestest month.
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