Bare Tree

Bare Tree

In the chill of night, I stand and gaze
My bare boughs stretch n sway in haze

The last fallen leaf still at my bole
Lies curled, sighing on Fate’s scroll

Gone are the days when I was leaf-clad
Swaying in winds I was happy and glad

Sweet lays of songsters filled my heart
With pure delight, tunes of all sort

Straw by straw they built their nests
In my leafy lap hatched, stayed blessed

Leaves’ whispers low in gentle breeze
Raindrops’ patter, hum of honey bees

The sun showered his rays of gold
I was the crown of the forest old

Then came in autumn stealthily down
Foliage all lost, ripped off my crown

Boughs bare where birds sweetly sang
Now tangling twigs, once blossoms hang

In chill of winter my gnarled arms
Long for leaflets fresh green charms

For dainty boughs bursting in blooms
For springtime choirs, glistening plumes

Yearning for grace of an evergreen
With her proudly crest a forest queen

In autumn’s gloom I steadily stay
All verdure, leafage taken away

But I keep at bay all melancholy
Waiting for spring tide patiently

I will again hear delightful songs
On my branches blooms will throng

Soon will be gone all woe and misery
I’ll sway n dance clad in greenery

Let hope stay long in your hearts
Awaiting for springtime to play its part

(c) Yasmin

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Yasmin Khan

I'm from Pakistan. I'm a teacher and a mother. I love poetry to write and to read. I believe in humanism and respect all religions. My message to the world is peace.

7 thoughts on “Bare Tree

    • April 27, 2019 at 3:07 AM
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      Kind thanks Phyllis Doyle Burns, for your comments
      (Meanwhile, I could successfully log in my account in Safari by clicking the link sent by you. I changed my password.)

  • April 26, 2019 at 8:09 PM
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    A beautiful poem, Yasmin. You remind us through this deciduous tree to never give up or feel sad when times get tough, but to look ahead with joy to what is to come, in this case the spring and new blooms etc.

  • May 5, 2019 at 9:40 AM
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    Yasmin your words of words of hope and love of life that have inspired me this morning to get out and see the effects of spring blossoming at my fingertips. Jamie

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