A Goodbye Promise ~ #poetry of #aging

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

Won’t you please come closer, let me have a look at you
I promise not to harm you, I just want to know your name
I am, simply, an old tree, stuck in the snow, without a clue
As how to get the cold to leave, each year, it’s still the same

The sky gets rather cloudy, and the sun seems to run away
Is there a way for me to stop this, from happening again?
All at once, the light is gone, and all around me, turns gray
Perhaps you can teach me, how to change the ice to rain

You keep looking at me, with wonderment on your face
I seem to be quite different, than the others trees, I fear
I bet you’re trying to figure out, how I got to this place
I wish I had the answer, but Mother Nature’s left me here

Frozen in…

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3 thoughts on “A Goodbye Promise ~ #poetry of #aging

  1. I wonder if you had the beautiful image of the tree in mind before you wrote the poem or did you locate the image after you had written it? Both the poem and the image are beautiful. You poem suggests a meditation on aging, but it is also, I think, about timelessness and the mystery of existence itself. I must come back and look at more of your writing too. May you might like to check out some of mine on http://www.firewordsblog.wordpress.org also? Hope to see your work again soon.

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