CLEARLY IN A TREE…

Tried to capture some Tui shots down at Virginia Lake today, but they proved as elusive as usual, plus I still cannot walk very far.  But I loved the peeling bark and beautiful shapes of the eucalyptus with little glimpses of glossy feathers in between.

TUIS (with apologies to Joyce Kilmer ‘Trees’)

I think that I shall never see
a Tui clearly in a tree….

a tree with bark so loosely pressed
that hides a secret feather-dressed

a bird with plumage blue and green
with sculpted branches in between

poems are made by fools like me
but only Tuis hide in trees

© Maureen Sudlow

THE JOY OF TREES…

Trees are always beautiful in every season…and down by our river there are still autumn colours but the Eucalyptus are showing a promise of things to come.  Their arms stretch to heaven, and the joy they bring brightens the earth.

In the words of Joyce Kilmer:

I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree.

TREES AND POETRY

The beauty of trees never fails to fascinate me…

…but Joyce Kilmer has put it so much better than I could:

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.