The Melting Tree

I sat beneath a melting tree, that which was made from clay.

Though, as solid as it seemed, I knew that it would one day

erode away, as all great things tend to do once they

experience rain for the very first, and then very last time.

I listened for the pitter patter; the rat-tat-tat falling upon

the melting matter that turned from clay into muddy water.

I knew soon that such a tree would no longer protect me

as it would become a lonely stream that may just carry me away.

I did not object in hopes that one day I might return

to when the leaves upon the melting tree had grown anew,

and the rain would cease to melt the lonely, hollow yew.

And my life would be finished as I have readied my urn.

To take me back to where I had been long before,

beneath the clay tree that would seem to melt away

by the tears of its mother; and our mother, too.

And I would hope that one day I may melt alongside you.

Author's Note

I felt like writing about nature whilst sitting here and staring outside my window on this wonderful yet rainy day.

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

I find this to be a tribute not only to the beauty and enduring kindness of Mother Earth, but a song of life...for life, about love and to the reader. I love it! ~Sharon (P.S. I wonder if perhaps we might be related in some way since the spelling of our last name is the same.)

[dan]

Brian, The irregular rhyme scheme was a nice touch; also the idea of a clay tree melting from both the rain and the lack of same. It made me think longingly of spring, as we here in western Pennsylvania are experiencing a late winter blast...yikes! A very thoughtful poem in an easily accessible format. Nice job. take care...dan

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. Feel of old ways and thoughts.
"To take me back to where I had been long before,
beneath the clay tree that would seem to melt away"
I like the wish and need in your words. Thank you Brian for sharing your amazing poetry and thoughts.
Coyote