Beauty of An Oak Tree

Autumn leaves leaves me seeing ruby red
The lovely sun makes the leaves on an
oak tree beauty for one to see. Someone
as pink inside like me. 
So lovely planted by a roaring portrait 
of the sea. Is a beauty of an oak tree
Longest of the legs buried flowing freely.

Rooted at the bottom of a boot's edge
that's shaped like Italy, just stroll water's
ledge from far away for the glare, your 
ensnared with the earth's potent lare
nudging your toes in the sand pacing
the land making your mark in time.

Dreaming of sitting on just one pretty 
tree to touch it's extended hands &
leaves so woody, it'll sweep me off my 
feet hold me like a swing, I'll rock 
back and forth feeling lovely in the 
Spring daydreaming of the ancient
oak tree growing happily along wit me

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is vivid, full of dynamic imagery & playfulness. The first stanza feels a little clunky in spots, but the next two stanzas get better & better. ("Autumn leaves leave" would be grammatically correct). As for "longest legs" - did you know the oak tree has a very long taproot so it can grow in very dry areas (many here where I live). Becuz I love this tree, I enjoyed your last stanza most, which seems to show the most close relationship between narrator & tree. Good way to show the connection being alive (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Hey b girl thanks for the kind review and again the reading of my poems

[R.E. Ray]

Thank you, Roxane, for another portrait, painted in a poem. I'm there, in the scene, all my senses alive. It's pure and natural, and where we want to go. I also love the oak, for its unspoken strength and resilience. Another lovely poem from you.