This poem was made for Liz, who requested “trees.” I also wrote a poem for her called “Mortician.”

She was kind enough to post the picture to the Typewriter Poetry Facebook page.

I really love how the frame is perfect for this poem! It makes me happy knowing that some of these poems are being sent off to nice homes ๐Ÿ™‚

“Hello Tree”

One morning I heard
your soft whisper: a rustle
among decaying leaves.
When I touched your hardened bark
darkened by the ages,
I felt your roots untangle
beneath my calloused feet.

-billimarie
august 18th 2011


5 Comments

whenquiet · November 9, 2011 at 5:43 AM

touching, exquisite poem…post date was our daughter’s 22nd birthday…I think she might like this…

    b r · June 4, 2012 at 8:16 PM

    Hope she enjoyed it ๐Ÿ™‚

Frama99 · May 27, 2012 at 8:49 PM

I love this one, B.ย 

    b r · June 4, 2012 at 8:17 PM

    Thanks, Francina! It’s also one of my favorites.

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