TOUCHA Poem by Betty Hermeleea touch of natureTOUCH
In winter I behold the Crepe Myrtle Tree in all of its nudity yet it settles into the earth with grace and nobility in summer different hues blossom and flutter in a gentle breeze so delicate they may tumble it compels my mind to wander to my youth and the summers we spent deep in the mountains those lovelies bountiful on our land
Now I gaze more attentively at the smooth bark trace my fingers up and down its silkiness akin to woman’s smooth skin convinced that this tree shall rest here long after my demise
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15 Reviews Added on January 21, 2026 Last Updated on January 21, 2026 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more.. |


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