The Trees Can Spin

I'm not crazy about the title...I never am.

And through the trees,

A chill wind blows.

Moving the tall, stiff stalks,

Threatening to fell them,

Or so it seems.

They swing overhead,

Moving fluidly,

Though with every appearance of being dead.

I walk through this grove,

Quietly and freely.

The wind rustles my clothes

And agitates my curls;

And I look up to see those trees

Completing their circles

With the breeze.

I may walk this path only in my mind,

But what a place to put my soul to ease.

 

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

I know this feeling all too well and trees really are the perfect beings to represent and soothe them. As for the title I usually find I like my titles more if it doesn't directly represent what the poem is talking about. Make the title more abstract, have it represent the feelings rather than what is representing the emotions in the poem. Great write.

Brette