Monday, January 8, 2018

Talking In Their Sleep





"You think I am dead,"
The apple tree said,
"Because I have never a leaf to show -
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!

"But I'm still alive in trunk and shoot;
The buds of next May
I fold away -
But I pity the withered grass at my root."

"You think I am dead,"
The quick grass said,
"Because I have parted with stem and blade!
But under the ground,
I am safe and sound
With the snow's thick blanket over me laid.

"I'm all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here -
But I pity the flower without branch or root."

"You think I am dead,"
A soft voice said,
"Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died, but close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.

"Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again -
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.

Edith Matilda Thomas  (1854 - 1925)
 

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem! I love it!

L. D. said...

It is a great poem. As a kid I would wonder how it would all come back after all the ice and snow. It still is a marvel as it returns.

Betsy Brock said...

So very cute! :)

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

This is really a beautiful poem. It's also so perfect for this time of year with the dreary cold weather we've been having. Perfect tea weather! :-)

I hope you are doing well, and your new year is off to a good start!!

Elizabeth P said...

What a lovely poem during this very cold and snowy winter!

I haven't been by for some time and just had to pop over to see what you were up to... Been missing your lovely blog and all its beautiful photography.

Hope your new year is off to a bang of a start :D

Hugs for now from your friend up north in a very snowy New Hampshire...

Kathy said...

Love this poem. I have never heard it before. I hope the trees, grass and flowers feel warm weather soon and start to bloom. I've had enough of the ice and snow.

Susie said...

Jo, This poem fits for now. I am waiting for all those awakenings this spring. Stay warm my friend. Blessings, xoxo, Susie

Henny Penny said...

I love this poem. It is amazing how cold and dead the trees and plants look in winter, to come out and be so pretty and green in spring.

Donna OShaughnessy said...

When read out loud this poem is even more stunning, not just as a reminder that spring always comes, but as comfort to those who have lost a loved one. Thanks so much for sharing this one.

LL Cool Joe said...

I just popped over from Winifred's blog to check out yours and I'm pleased I did. Lovely poem.