As if on cue, the
bright colors and hues of fall
Start to show and glow.
As if on cue, the
bright colors and hues of fall
Start to show and glow.
Backlit leaves on oaks: /
A glowing add-on to a
sunset I’ve n’er seen.
What if the trees deep/
in the woods miss us as much/
as we’re missing them?
Back Story:
The other day I was walking through the woods at Spirit Tree Farms, and I felt like I should spend some time at the base of The Old Woman of the Woods, “our” pre-Civil War giant oak tree. As I was feeling her bark, connecting with her, I felt a deep melancholy, a sense of longing, a sense of missing her. I wondered why I’d stayed away from connecting with her, and Nature, and God’s creations, for so long.
Suddenly, I was away that the feeling was mutual. It was almost as if she whispered “Hello, Boy. Welcome back. I’ve missed you. I’ve been lonely for you.”
I’d never thought of that concept before, that maybe the trees miss us! That thought inspired this haiku.
A giant Christmas
globe, hung from tree branches, lays
above cotton fog.
Every evening,
As the sun hides behind trees,
I yawp gratitude.