When I wake from my long dreaming,
I first look up at the sky.
Far above me, magic dances in white clouds.
Mother Oak holds me fast, in her roots.
Poetry is the movement of her leaves.
Far below me, the river sings its longing for the sea.
Rivulets sink toward the secret aqueduct far below,
The dark, watery womb of all life.
Some droplets rise to adorn cloud castles.
Singing waters plunge over falls,
Scenting the embrace of Lake Ontario.
Flocks of starlings bank and turn.
Wildflowers thirst, drink the spray,
And tremble on the cliffs.
The leaves feel the passing of the season,
As the water does not. As I do not.
We are constant, the water and the pine.
I hold fast to my cliff; I sink back into my dreams.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: These photographs were taken at Letchworth State Park, where the Genesee River has carved a deep canyon in its headlong rush to join Lake Ontario, the Easternmost Great Lake, that lies between the US and Canada.
27 thoughts on “A Pine Tree Wakes”
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That’s such an elegant poem Brenda, so beautiful and perfect for this season! Did you take those amazing scenes?! 🙂
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I did take those pictures. What a glorious day that was. I’m glad you like my poem. I had fun imagining myself as a pine tree. 🙂
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Gorgeous scenery.
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Yes, quite a beautiful place.
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Panoramic poetry Brenda, very much enjoyed this delightful mélange of lyric and scene.
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Thanks, Mike. It was a glorious day. 🙂 I really enjoyed imagining being a small pine tree. 🙂
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Gorgeous photos!
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Thank you! 🙂 It was a gorgeous day, sunny and perfect.
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we are constant. wonderful.
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Thanks, Beth. 🙂
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such beautiful and sweet – wow!!
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Thanks!! 🙂
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Hey sweet Brenda! Stunning photos and of course your poems are always wistful and dreamy! 😄💗❤️
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Thanks my friend. It was a beautiful place. I was amazed I had never seen it before. 🙂
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The last photos was stunning! They all are but that waterfall caught my attention!
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It was amazing in person: the white water bursting over the edge and roaring down to the green pool of water. The damp air, the feel of the spray, the changing leaves, the birds overhead, the wildflowers, the sunshine on the spray. All so beautiful!! I had to write something about it. I’m glad you liked it, too, my friend. I value your opinion. 🙂 Hugs, Brenda
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I love the spray part especially if it is hot outside! Your posts are always beautiful! 😄😄
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Thanks!! As are yours. 🙂
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Oh, it’s so beautiful Brenda!! 🙂 Both the lovely dreamy poem and the beautiful photos!! 🙂 now i want to go there! 🙂 The poem and the tree made me think of the Ents in Tolkien’s universe, I love the Ents!! 🙂
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This was a baby Ent dreaming. 🙂 Thanks for comparing me to Tolkein, a genius indeed. Have a wonderful, magical day. 🙂 Cheers, Brenda
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Oh, a dreaming baby Ent!!!! 🙂 🙂 ooooooh!!! 🙂 I LOVE that!! 🙂 🙂
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LOL, I like the idea of being a baby pine tree ENT. 🙂
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I was so excited I forgot to be polite and wish you a beautiful day too!! 🙂
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LOL Well, I’m sure to have one, given my propensity for dreaming and thinking about magic. Hugs, Brenda
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Wonderful photos and prose… The third shot captures my eyes the most, but perhaps it is the words as well “Wildflowers thirst, drink the spray, And tremble on the cliffs. The leaves feel the passing of the season, As the water does not. As I do not.”
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I’m so glad you like it. Thanks for commenting. Cheers, Brenda
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