Thursday, January 23, 2014

Thoughtful Thursday - January 23, 2014

Tree Shadows
All hushed the trees are waiting,
On tiptoe for the sight 
Of moonrise shedding splendor
Across the dusk of night. 
Ah, now the moon is risen!
And lo, without a sound
The trees all write their welcome
Far along the ground.

I'm not sure who wrote this poem and a Google search didn't show up much, but it is a favourite of my mom's and the only poem that has ever stuck in my head. I memorized it as a teen and can still recite it word for word.

4 comments:

  1. beautiful - and for some reason, makes me picture winter and snow...

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  2. Nice poem! Brings to mind a moonlit night on the snow.

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  3. Kate, Jackie and Furry Gnome - I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and envisioned something beautiful.

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