One tree –
a solo sentinel –
beckons
Take comfort,
says she,
beneath my boughs
But I am hungry
balk at simplicity
silence adverse
Till fate arrests me
legs no longer fleeing
the great Walnut my saviour.
(Image my own)
Walnut Tree
One Woman's Quest
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
One Woman's Quest 
Lovely poem and the tree in your photo is so majestic! š ā¤
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Thanks Deborah. I am lucky to share space with that tree.
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Yes I would love to also share space with that tree! š ā¤
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You are always welcome!
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š ā¤ !
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Trees seem to know how to console with their presence, some more than others!
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True!
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I love the lacy filigree of the tree’s winter branches. Regardless of where I’ve lived, certain trees always seem to provide a comforting presence.
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It’s true. Funny thing about this tree is that my mom is the most excited about it and tells me tale after tale of the walnut trees growing up.
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Isn’t that interesting!
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Nice! Like how you personified the tree, and create conflict through that! A little human vs. nature. And maybe a bit against nurture, also.
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I think I just like to resist, lol. Thanks Benjamin. Appreciate your insights.
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A rebel! Nothing wrong with it. “I rebel there we exist.” -Camus.
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Hahaha – my university studies coming back to haunt me.
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Haha. They always come back to us here and there. I hope it’s a good haunting, though.
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So long ago, I barely remember any of it…or at least that what’s I thought.
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Nature comforts us when all else fails. It is a magnificent tree.
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So true. Thank you.
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A solo sentinel… lovely expression. I like your and Benjamin’s convo about the piece also. I have or had a tree that I felt was a solo sentinel and yet somehow I wandered from it also. Though that tree never beckoned to me or ask that I stay near it. It just *was*, somehow. Cool poem, makes me think.
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Thanks Lia. I spend way too much alone in nature, lol.
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Ah that sounds lovely. :))
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