The Sycamore on My Way to Work
Did you know that I watch for you
when I’m in my car?
That I see you from afar,
your glorious crown rising high above
the canopy of lesser trees?
Did you know that I notice –
I ponder you as you transform,
your limbs a blinding bleached white in winter months,
then mottled shades
of brown and gray and faintest green
as chlorophyll surges
up and down and through your sturdy trunk in
spring and summer?
What is it that inspires me, that
captures
my imagination?
Your splendor one of nature’s many
gifts.
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Great poem. If only more looked at the sycamore like that
Ode to Sycamore!
“your glorious crown rising high above
the canopy of lesser trees?”
Yes!! Oh, I absolutely love this poem. It’s such a testament to nature’s subtle beauty as it transforms into something majestic.
Bravo! I love, love, love this!
Lovely!
(Is that on Richmond Road, perhaps?)
It’s on Yarnallton between Iron Works and Leestown. You can’t miss it!
Thank you everyone for your kind words 🙂
A yard speciman Sycamore was murdered last year by an owner who was tired of leaves. How I miss all the good that sycamore was. thank you for giving me a moment with yours.