The Basswoods of Summer ... A Music Poem
The above photo shows the heart-shaped leaves of Basswood trees that once grew near a riverbank not far from my home. Progress has since uprooted them.
(I found this poem, long lost, like the Basswood tree, and re-wrote the verse.)
On the breeze of whispers
Leaves of hearts
Would ripple their songs,
Caroling the in between.
Sunlight ballets
Would dance on veils of green,
Warmly nourishing
The lulling sways.
Again and again
The tender flush came,
Rustling soft,
Soothing us homeward.
Now, only shadows remain.
Silence mourns this memory
Savage-plucked from the earth
With thistle-weed hands.
Seedlings perish
On a sallow breath,
Withered leaves fly blind
Like birds in dust --
Each of us searching,
Flailing the in between
As the wooded turns to stone.
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