I used to lay bewitched on my bed
of a summer's evening,
bewitched by the beautiful Silver Birch,
she would beckon to me
through my bedroom window
rustling her delicate leaves in the breeze,
enticing me to gaze at her elegant,
silvery slim form,
gracefully bending hither which way
as the wind directed.
It was a spiritual thing!
Lately I am revering trees even more ...
driving home at dusk,
down my lane,
through
the tunnel of arched ancient trees,
beautiful bare branches,
silhouetted against the evening sky,
I suddenly became aware,
I seemed to
be enveloped by their presence
a feeling of intimacy came over me,
I began to sense a close
belonging.
Today, I'm sighing ... soon these
beautiful, bare beings will be busy in their busy-ness
of manufacturing spring adornment ....
.... the change must take place,
they must transform,
we all do!
Rebecca speaks about change,
the cycles of life ...
stumbling towards ecstasy
Recuerda mi Corazon
Rebecca speaks about change,
the cycles of life ...
stumbling towards ecstasy
Comments
This is stunningly beautiful. I am reminded of one of Mary Oliver's poems by the way you are speaking of the spiritual nature of trees here, and isn't it interesting that a couple of your photographs seem to focus on three trees which is a spiritual number. They are beautiful and you images convey the intimacy you feel. Thank you for sharing this lovely post.
xoxo,
Noelle
i love it when you share the images and thoughts that seep into your open heart. you are a magnificent vessel for beauty and pondering. you are the lover in the throws of fascination, wanting to see nature in every season, every light.
thank you for slipping me warmly beside you to share such ecstasy. like these trees that circle you, you are a great and strong blessing in my life.
xoxoxoxoxox,
r
I love trees. I adore them. they are my friends, my comforters, my protectors. there for me always.. from the time I was little to now.
I can remember once, a few years ago, riding on the back of our Harley through an avenue of tall mountain ash.. they welcomed me and spoke to me.. a lovely, lovely post..
ps - when I was little, I would sit on the end of my bed... looking out the window at the stars, wondering just why I was 'here' :)