In the dverse poets pub tonight, the topic is trees and Under The Canopy, which fills me with love and light. That is what we do! We care for trees. (A memory from long ago when I was in school – and now I have my own!)
Across a field from the dorms, a hike,
up a hill, and lost, or nearly,
we trudged until we found again
the Picnic Tree.
Vast, enormous, with perches
and arms outstretched to hold us,
tuck us in, and secure us
as we lounged, draped all around
and up and down that tree.
Five girls at a time, or more, each
with a snack, and a daydream,
a crush to speak of in code.
There was never a wind, a hush
surrounded us. The forest listened
and held our secrets dear;
looked into our hearts, our longings,
whispered promises over us
of someday, our own.
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Poet/Writer - Book Published in December 2020, "Days of Soup and Holler."
Current WIP, "UnRibboning." Like field notes from a poet through mother/daughter tension, menopause unraveling, midlife, a father dying and the vigil around that. And the throughlines I didn't even realize until after the writing - were what was holding me through it all. My steady husband, my boys, the sky, our mountains, these curvy river roads.
San Francisco City Girl turned Southern Oregon Country Girl.
I write about Parenting, Lifelong Learning, Living with Intention, and Finding Beauty in Unusual Places. I seek beauty as an artist always, and share it when I find it.
Narnia beckons me. I see it everywhere: in the way light filters through trees, in forests, in waterways and pathways, in lanterns, and of course, in wardrobes. I hold tight to the Older Magic.
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nice….i love places like that…we pretty much lived in trees as kids…and created a lot of memories there as well…i need to pack a picnic and head to the trees (when the snow is gone, ha.)
this is so charming… and i wonder about the many many secrets that the trees on this globe carry… thanks for the smile.. we used to climb cherry trees when i was a kid…and at least in spring, they were picnic trees as well…smiles
What a sweet memories… trees can really be a source of adventure and bliss.. and what better way than a picnic tree..