Tom,
What evocative imagery. Thanks for sharing. ENTS is on a high road and I think Jenny is on to something. An ENTS book of tree poetry. What an undertaking that would be. It is apparent that we have some exceptionally talented people who could participate. I wish I were among them, but I can at least appreciate the contributions of my fellow and lady Ents. Bob ----- Original Message ----- From: "thomas howard" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Monday, December 21, 2009 9:44:39 AM GMT -05:00 US/Canada Eastern Subject: [ENTS] Re: Winter Tree Poem ENTS, I have written some poems that are somewhat related to trees in winter. I'm sending you one - this poem is written in the persona of the main character of 2 science fiction novels I'm writing about an artist born in Chartres, France - Chartres is a place I long to visit, a place I've studied a lot over many years : November Light The light through the cathedral windows of Chartres – The light that streams down through the clerestory of oak crowns in Our natural cathedral – The stained glass of Chartres that strains the light of celestial spaces The golden, russet leaves of ancient oaks that strain the light Into cathedral strands like stained glass All are the same light – leaves of oaks, windows of Chartres glow with The same inner light of gray November, the inner soul, light Inwardly directed, Heaven in a russet oak leaf drifting down from the old growth canopy My earliest childhood – the November sky of Chartres, later the November Sky of the oak grove – the light is the same What am I but the mud of Earth? The seed of life in November when Earth withers away? Light – gray, inner, of fallen leaves, of stone and wood Cathedral spires – medieval man, ancient trees – Light that is old and new, where heaven and Earth meet in November rain, sleet, leaves falling past saints and heroes – Etched in stained glass – Past the Grecian oak columns holding up the forest cathedral Older than man I must embody all this to be a true poet, true artist But the mud and cold force me down Yet I become the celestial song of the withering November Earth. Tom Howard Hotmail: Powerful Free email with security by Microsoft. Get it now. -- Eastern Native Tree Society http://www.nativetreesociety.org Send email to [email protected] Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/entstrees?hl=en To unsubscribe send email to [email protected] -- Eastern Native Tree Society http://www.nativetreesociety.org Send email to [email protected] Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/entstrees?hl=en To unsubscribe send email to [email protected]
