Seasoning
In the heat today
drenched with the sweat of summer
we forget the snow.
The forest does too
Maple in littered dapple
weep over lost sap.
Pin Oak branches droop
like heavy pine at Christmas
shade their shallow roots.
Small Sempervirens
throw out those lime green needles
seek water from air
We forget the cold
the wet bare earth in this heat
we’ll get used to it.
The forest will too
tiny new growth will wither
burned ends, next years buds.
7 thoughts on "Seasoning"
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This has a nice rhythm and voice. I trust it. I really love the last verse.
wonderful forest tour..
Very nice, Coleman. The forest will get used to it, too — has a ring of hope to it.
I love the relief and rhythm and repetition in “The forest does too” and then “The forest will too” near the denouement.
“Maple in littered dapple weep over lost sap”
I really like this personification!
Love the title, and the rhythm and repetition that really bring your poem to life. Appreciate that you name specific trees.
Circle of life, baby!
Did you mean the italics?