Delight

Does the tree

feel dismay

about her scars?

Or the places where

a bug burrowed,

a bird made its nest?

Does the tree

wish to hide her bark

where it is weathered,

stained, and rough?

Does the tree

feel ashamed

of her asymmetry?

No. The tree

delights

in her strength,

in the way she grows hard

as she ages.

She holds spaces

to share

to feed

to shelter.

 

 

Just as the sapling,

uncertain as a fawn,

delights

in her trembling beginning.

And the seed,

full to bursting of promise,

delights

in her prelude

of cool, cool earth.

 

The tree

delights

in herself

until

she

falls.

One thought on “Delight

  1. Sara Despres

    Shannon,
    I can’t stand it! This is such a beautiful poem. I must post it on my mirror. How have I not been reading my favorite bog for so long? You have grown as a writer, my friend…and I know you will have a recommendation for my nearly 7 year old girl. What book should I read her next?
    Buckets of love and awe and wonder at your poetry,
    Sara

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