From my heart extends the dark
dry branches, trying to ooze their thin
heads out, longing to embrace the
old oak tree standing alone.
Patiently waiting for the winds of
autumn to strip him naked, before
he goes for a long hibernation in the
silvery snow flakes. The branches of
my heart eager to coil around his
withered ancient moldy bark
The many grim moonless
nights, when I would lay in his hollow
lap as he stretched his wrinkled branches
to run across my tangled hair to adorn
it with saplings of leaves and embrace
me tight in its gigantic roots, showering
me with his many benevolences, purifying
my soul of sins of generations with
a delicate touch of chastity on my bosoms
For I love him with all my heart, I just love him!
And he always loves me back.
Numerous silent tears that I shed as it held,
me high on its shaky branches,
Branches like a silver beard of an old
prophet, his yellowish green leaves
whirl like a Sufi-Darvesh on the
Melody of golden flute of hollow winds.
A final good-bye to him before he
is exiled to the remote lands of winter.
A final cry till we meet again
he with his younger leaves and I with an
older heart but one day I know I’ll
merge in his roots forever, till then
I’ll pray in the shrine of my tears and
wait for his safe return.
30 thoughts on “Old Oak Tree”
Such a rich poem! The imagery is stunning!
Thanks a lot! It’s my take on the coming fall season when tree will shed their leaves :). Regards
Thanks a lot!
Beautiful poem ,Tanya!
Thanks a lot Neha, for taking time to read it. I am glad you liked it. Regards
You’re welcome <3
Nature around us does indeed become familiar to our voice, even our footsteps.
Seasonal changes affects them too!
A beautiful piece Tanya, such heart, touching
I agree, nature is divinity. We are approaching fall in Ct, in next month or so, trees will shed leaves and that inspired me to pen this. In dreary winters you start missing the greenery around. Thanks Eddie, for reading it, which part of the country you are in?
Must be optimum warmth there for plants to blooms, here in New England we have six months to grow stuff, I’ve few tomato and cilantro plants, i hoping they mature before winters 🙂
Thanks dear for your feedback. Regards
Thanks a a lot for reading and leaving a comment.
I am in so much love with your work. You are brilliant. You should be in print
Well I published a book of poem, A wind’s tale its on Amazon, you can have a look
See I told you. I am going to check it out
Ill be very humbled if you do so, it would be great
My pleasure will let you know
An amazing piece, Tanya. You imagery is stunning and you made the tree come to life. Brava! I will check out “A Wind’s Tale”.
Thanks a lot, I truly appreciate your kind words. I am so glad you liked it. And thanks for checking out, wind’s tale, I am humbled!
You’re most welcome.
wow, very connected, alive to everything 💖💖
Thank you, I am indebted to your encouraging words and generosity.
I’ll pay it back some day but for today virtual 😘
😘😘 😘 I think you are good and original and you should keep writing, if only to please me. You are good at love and erotic and sensual, which I don’t see many people doing…in poetry! Take care 👍👍🤗🤗
Thank you 🙏