Trees are Silent

Trees are Silent

A Poem by Heather Clayton

Fingers treading lightly on
the windowpane
shielding myself from the sun
I have nothing to gain
My head bent 
like a bird
I see you as a tree or a stump
but there is no word;
I await your arrival
looking out
I hear your call
I see you shout,
but as a tree
you are silent.
Do you hate me?

No, you are vacant.
Far away from me.

© 2012 Heather Clayton

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Added on June 14, 2012
Last Updated on June 14, 2012
Tags: tree, fingers, word, shout, silent


Heather Clayton
Heather Clayton

Spring, TX

Hello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..