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
40 thoughts on “Sycamore at Sunset”
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Sorry, I meant silent tree, not sure what a ‘salient’ tree is, I’ll have to look that up -haha!!! 😀
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LOL I thought you meant sentient. 🙂
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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! 🙂
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Yes, they know much more about weather than we do. They don’t bud up until spring is really near. Thanks for commenting!
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Oh! This is truly wonderful!
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Thank you!
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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!
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Done. Left my footprints there. 🙂
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and the steady sentinel never leaves his post.
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Indeed not. Until he’s carried away, trumpets blaring. (Or were those chainsaws?)
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Lovely poem but enough with the snow for a bit. Blah.
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IKR?! I have to work with what I have, though. 🙂
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Tell me some of that snow has melted… We are drying up here and you folks can’t seem to give it away…
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I’d truck it out there if I wouldn’t go broke!
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I like your style and the feel and pace of this poem.
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Thank you!
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Lovely picture and lovely words to go with it. 🙂
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Thanks, temps are supposed to rise slowly this week. I hope this mornings snow was the last. 🙂
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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. 🙂
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Still need boots here. 🙂
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We need boots for mud and cow poop. Better than snow I guess. 😀
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Oh, mud and cow poop, now there’s an odor you want tracked all over your house. LOL
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Lovely poem and photograph
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Thanks! At least the days are getting longer. 🙂
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And long may it continue to inspire you 🙂
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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.
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I don’t think you will run out either 🙂
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😀 Yeah! I like you!
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Right back at ya!
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“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 😀
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Thanks, Aquileana!! You shine!
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I had the same reaction… i.e. it is STILL snowing?????????
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LOL IKR?!?! At least you’re not here.
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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.
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We have our challenges. We have beautiful summer, usually.
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unbelieveable that it is still snowing but it sparked a beautiful poem from you!
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Thanks! 🙂 The trees are starting to bud. 🙂
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oh wow still snowing huh?
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Yep. Walked in a show shower just this morning. 🙂
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