Saturday, February 4, 2023

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)


Lowcarb team member said...

A very nice photograph and I enjoyed the poem by Edith Matilda Thomas.

Happy February wishes.

All the best Jan

Yvonne said...

Love the old rock wall and Edith Thomas's poem. It always seems such a long wait until spring has sprung.

Heritage Hall said...

What a lovely seems to fit the present
mood of anticipation...Hope things are warming up
in your corner of TN...We anticipate 50-60's this

Henny Penny said...

I just love this poem. It feels like spring here today. I've been out raking leaves from the path. Hard to believe we are well into February and spring is just around the corner.

Latane Barton said...

I love that! New to me but certainly one I will remember to read over and over again.

L. D. said...

I will like to see the flowers laugh at me as they return to greet me.