Even in winter,
with nary a leaf,
trees hold up the sky,
cut the wind and
frame the stars.
Tall maples sing our future,
lament our past.
First, morning pianissimo
swells to workday allegro
but quickens to andantino
after a tangerine sunset.
A mad tarantella makes
Saturdays ache with dance.
Stormy days, we hear brass
crescendo of crashing branches.
Trees measure our lives.
Each season has its movement,
winter’s pianissimo alternating
with icy crescendo:
concertos made from time,
measured into beauty,
the melody our breath,
the bass our heartbeat.
Woodwind chords are
refined by strings.
In the tree song,
we find time
and healing.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I hope you are hearing music. Have a great week!
Thank you for following me and I love how creative you are and the wonderful posts. I’ll be back to read more of it!!
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Thanks, Kally! Always happy to meet a new friend. Have a great weekend.
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Oh, I definitely heard the conductor leading with his stiff baton, crisp with the icy cold on the first “listen” and now, I hear the notes of birds chirping and joining in. I mentioned in my first comment the different instruments you included. (On the 20th) 🙂
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It’s never silent in the woods, is it? The older I get, the more I appreciate its music. XOXO
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I love the bare bending boughs of winter..
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Thanks, I live the austerity of deep winter. There’s something cleansing about it.
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After those beautiful notes, I certainly am hearing music. 🙂
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Thanks! I hear a lot of music with three kids taking lessons. It’s fun. 🙂
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Oh, yes, I do miss those sounds. 🙂
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It’s quiet now, with just the house sparrows pecking in the eaves, warm and snug and fouling my walls. LOL
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Love your woodwind chords dear Brenda.. Have a blessed weekend.. and keep warm.. Love your way ❤
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Thanks, Sue. I hope your weekend is fun!
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I can picture the branches conducting the natural orchestra, Brenda. You were wonderful with so many musical details which could “hear.” The other descriptions paint pictures in my mind. 🙂 I like to frame the moon with branches. I will be back. . . Hugs! ♡
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It must be cold up there. I’m in NJ and it’s freezing here!
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Yes, quite cold. How’s the grand?
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Pianissimo…a new and lovely word for me! Thank you!
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Music is full of such beautiful words. My kids play, and my vocabulary is enriched. 🙂
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Excellent!
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i love the last line of this very much –
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Thanks, Beth.
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I love to see the squirrel nests in winter hidden from view with leaves on the trees!
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Me, too. 🙂
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So beautiful Brenda. …they frame the stars. Love that.
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Thanks, Gigi!
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