• old growth

    by  • January 17, 2014 • hope, poetry • 9 Comments

    I have work to do this morning

    but I keep running into poems

    that give me pause and pull

    my gaze out my second-story

    window to the dance of

    sunshine and shadows on

    the fence line, the blanket

    of dead leaves turning to soil

    and the trees, their bare branches

    reaching or — perhaps — offering


    their despair and determination

    without a leaf to show for it.

    My heart knows the same song

    the trees are singing in their

    slumber — they are not skeletons;

    dead and dormant are not the same.

    It’s what you said as we walked

    yesterday in the fading light:

    “The trees never quit growing.”

    I want to say the same of me.





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    9 Responses to old growth

    1. Leah
      January 17, 2014 at 9:54 am

      Having just turned 74 years of age, I want to say the same. Thanks, Milton.

      • January 20, 2014 at 10:27 pm

        You’re welcome, Leah.


    2. January 17, 2014 at 11:47 am

      I, too, experience insights and epiphanies while looking out of my office window. I want you to know that you are a profound inspiration to me, and I love reading your poems.

      • January 20, 2014 at 10:27 pm

        Thanks, Ragan.


    3. Terry Allebaugh
      January 17, 2014 at 6:49 pm

      I love this imagery. I am completely entranced by bare tree limbs in winter’s night or limited light. It has become my soul image and your words add to its dimension.

      • January 20, 2014 at 10:28 pm

        Thanks, Terry.


    4. Suzanne Cate
      January 20, 2014 at 5:48 pm

      How I resonate with your poem as I sit here looking out at the bare pecan orchard (and at email and facebook!) while upstairs sit many boxes awaiting attention! I don’t feel so alone anymore! 🙂

      • January 20, 2014 at 10:26 pm

        Thanks, Suzanne.


    5. Marilyn Tanner
      February 19, 2014 at 8:24 pm

      Your poem paints a nice mental image. What a gift it is to keep growing.

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