Tallest Tree

We sat and talked of life and things and spoke of kids and trees and Springs …

‘Twas then I pointed out my tree

So bare of leaf and knobbed of limb

And asked, “What do you think of him?”

He said, “By now there should be leaves,

At least there should be bulging buds,

All other trees and shrubs are green,

I think you’ve lost your Tallest Tree.”

“But look,” I said, “I think I see

Bits of green on Tallest Tree.”

He looked at me most …  doubtfully.

That was quite a while ago

And now that summer’s nestled in

I take another look at him:

Now towering in both height and leaves,

Thinking what the mind conceives,

Though others doubt will be,

Can don the clothes of whom we see

My living proof in front of me …

My lushly leafed out, Tallest Tree.

June 23, 2014

Happy Monday, dear friends! Here we go again, another new week in June, and I am staring at Tallest Tree as I write. This poem grew out of a real conversation I had and kind of leafed out from there. Often there is a bird perched on the very top of

Tallest Tree and I’ve gotten quite fond of it, so when I thought it might be dead, I checked it out pretty much every day.  It is now towering over my street scene and beautifully decked out with leaves, so I am quite relieved. Hope it’s a happy omen for you and for me. Hugs and blessings!