Grieving Oak

Painted darkness November’s sky

Few stars appear so shy

Dancing around the moon in turn

Whom by jealousy their hearts burn

And there an aging Oak bends like a ghost

Grieving over every leaf it lost

To blot the wrinkled eyes of her

Blows a delicate breeze in so much care

Trying to calm her spleen

His gentleness arouses her desire to return a teen

Then she was with a back so straight

Arms reaching the hands of fate

Cheeks stealing color from every rose

And hips dancing when spring flows

Then she invited lovers to whisper in her lap

Make love for hours and take after a short nap

“Oak” painting by Aaron Jason

Now the proud back’s broken

Ears can’t easily hear every word spoken

Blushing cheeks grow pale

No more visits me any nightingale

Arms can reach no where

Lost is the charm I used to sprinkle in the air

Now lovers pass by me and stare with disgust

Nude’s the body, and rotten’s the lust

Wish I could have stolen that magical mirror

To which I gaze yet see none of this horror 




26 thoughts on “Grieving Oak

  1. that’s a very sad end but i like the imagery! i love poems about trees… such a nice subject, don’t you think?
    i just put a link to you in my blogroll… under the name Mira. If you want me to change it to another name, just let me know!

  2. I wanted to come read this one since you had mentioned it; the poor Oak…so forlorn and bleak in misery–majesty without robes. You’ve portrayed the image well my friend! xoxo

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