Winter's Rest

Winter's Rest

A Poem by JohnL

A bit of seasonal fun - I don't mean a word of it!



Winter’s Rest
Beneath the sere and ragged tat
The root life is secure;
Why then cannot the green remain
Retaining ground’s allure?
And why is it a salient fact
That all plants need their rest,
If in the larger scheme of things
They are to look their best?
See how the maple shines bright red,
The tree of heaven so gold.
Without the rest of winter’s night
They’d never make so bold.
All of the trees that take their ease,
Replenishing their roots.
Dig deeply into earth’s supply
To feed the new Spring’s shoots.
Consider though the conifer,
In sombre, dark tone dressed,
Then see, with me, the apple tree
With fruit and blossom, dressed.
No autumn? Then no spring I fear,
Then, I shall take my sleep
By resting well, and taking ease
My youthfulness I’ll keep.
Alas, if only it were so;
I slept the whole night through
Then someone said as I left bed,
“Glad I don’t look like you!”
But I am not a tree, you see
It isn’t quite the same.
As trees break into annual bud,
Man’s life flows down the drain.
                                        John L. Berry,   10th February 2003

© 2008 JohnL

Author's Note

A simple form with a few double line rhymes to make it les 'tum-te-tum'

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An interesting comparison, well thought out and worded. If the tree could write, I wonder if it would lament its stationary life? Would it want to yank those roots from the ground and walk over that hill? Thanks for sharing. Sam

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