Pondering Tree-serves

(Midway Reservoir)

Why do the Quakers tremble? I often wonder why

with strong upstanding knotted trunks, eyes squinting to the sky

Could this response be anger or a sign of latent fear?

Or do the boughs rein praises to a God I feel is near?


The woodcock in the wetland, the songbird in the tree

The soul slung in the hammock swaying in a canyon breeze

Why do the Aspens tremble, so shakeable, yet true?

in chlorophylic beauty sound hypnotic tambourines

I’m much too quick to question,  consumed with making sense

Life’s worries blow between my ears like words nailed to a fence

“No Parking” (without paying)

Ha! I’ve lived this marker well,

but will my heart beat long enough to learn what trees will tell?


The chipmunk on the boulder,

The moose up to her knees,


absent the day pass, simply living out their days


A quiet life void questions

Of shelter cool and  green

Of bugs and Seeds and flowers

Of living wild and free


They do not think or question

Nor do they need belief

Their consciousness wired differently

divinely to His needs


If I were but an Aspen, a primrose or a bee

bequeathed a greater knowledge 0f God’s blessed mysteries

I think I’d be more gentle, more patient and sublime

I’d see with better clarity the truth behind the eyes

I think I’d feel content to breathe a sigh of increased hope

and share the leafy laughter echoed in an Aspen grove


About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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