Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on March 30, 2015 Posted under Photography, Poetry Comments 40 Comments Sycamore at Sunset Winter light dwindles to a pale sunset. Sycamore bark peels in patches. Ever on sentry duty, an eye on the horizon, Glowing like a desert landscape, The silent tree watches for Spring, as winter melts away. Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham Ways to Share this:EmailPrintMoreTwitterTumblrPinterestPocketFacebookGoogleLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related naturepoemPoetryspringsunsetsycamoreTreewinter Post navigation ← Diamond Snow Tanka Ghost Leaf → 40 thoughts on “Sycamore at Sunset” Pingback: Sycamore at Sunset | Myblog's Blog Sorry, I meant silent tree, not sure what a ‘salient’ tree is, I’ll have to look that up -haha!!! 😀 LikeLike Reply LOL I thought you meant sentient. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Love the idea of the salient tree waiting, watching for spring. Poor things, they are forced to be patient, we could probably learn so much from trees! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Yes, they know much more about weather than we do. They don’t bud up until spring is really near. Thanks for commenting! LikeLike Reply Oh! This is truly wonderful! LikeLike Reply Thank you! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I LOVE sycamores–they are magic trees. If you’d like to read about a special one, go to Gretchenkwing.wordpress.com and search “sycamore.” Thanks for this lovely tribute to a queen of trees! LikeLike Reply Done. Left my footprints there. 🙂 LikeLike Reply and the steady sentinel never leaves his post. LikeLike Reply Indeed not. Until he’s carried away, trumpets blaring. (Or were those chainsaws?) LikeLike Reply Lovely poem but enough with the snow for a bit. Blah. LikeLike Reply IKR?! I have to work with what I have, though. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Tell me some of that snow has melted… We are drying up here and you folks can’t seem to give it away… LikeLike Reply I’d truck it out there if I wouldn’t go broke! LikeLike Reply I like your style and the feel and pace of this poem. LikeLike Reply Thank you! LikeLike Reply Lovely picture and lovely words to go with it. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Thanks, temps are supposed to rise slowly this week. I hope this mornings snow was the last. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Yes, we just got used to some spring weather and then this last week, winter returned briefly. I just got coats washed and put in the closet! Have a great week. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Still need boots here. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply We need boots for mud and cow poop. Better than snow I guess. 😀 LikeLike Reply Oh, mud and cow poop, now there’s an odor you want tracked all over your house. LOL LikeLiked by 1 person Lovely poem and photograph LikeLike Reply Thanks! At least the days are getting longer. 🙂 LikeLike Reply And long may it continue to inspire you 🙂 LikeLike Reply I haven’t run dry yet! 🙂 And it’s been two years, hard to believe. Maybe Maya Angelou was right, you don’t run out of creativity. LikeLike Reply I don’t think you will run out either 🙂 LikeLike Reply 😀 Yeah! I like you! LikeLike Right back at ya! LikeLike “The silent tree watches for Spring as winter melts away”. I love these two verses…. Lovely poem , Bren! Sending love…. Have a great week ⭐ Aquileana 😀 LikeLike Reply Thanks, Aquileana!! You shine! LikeLike Reply I had the same reaction… i.e. it is STILL snowing????????? LikeLike Reply LOL IKR?!?! At least you’re not here. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I’m VERY grateful for that. I have a friend in Quebec too. I can’t imagine living through what all of you have experienced this winter. LikeLike Reply We have our challenges. We have beautiful summer, usually. LikeLike Reply unbelieveable that it is still snowing but it sparked a beautiful poem from you! LikeLike Reply Thanks! 🙂 The trees are starting to bud. 🙂 LikeLike Reply oh wow still snowing huh? LikeLike Reply Yep. Walked in a show shower just this morning. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.