‘To a Beech’ by Hugh Rose The Society January 21, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 1 Comment Spread twig fingers. Shed your leaves. Those that linger: They may grieve When comes the winter But, come spring New buds splinter, New blooms bring That grow and swell Concentric bands That breathe and dwell Upon this land. Plumb the darkness. Glory light. Show us far less Than you might. Keep us guessing Of your roots. Don’t confess in Subtle shoots. Paint the sky With each green brush. When the sun dies Sweep on dusk. Still and still, And still more still. Silent, grand, And so tranquil. Show me I Have stillness too, Buried by my Need to do. To do, to speak, To colour in, To fill the bleak Wide space within With sound and noise And thought and speech; With any toys Within my reach. Teach me instead To stand and be; To leave my head And sit in me. Teach me to make A home for those Who fear and quake From unseen foes. Teach me to celebrate The earth, And not debate Its cost or worth. Teach me to love All those below, All those above, All that I know. Whilst being ‘The Dreamer’ at Embercombe, 9th September 2015 Featured Image: “An Ancient Beech Tree” by Paul Sandby. Related Post ‘The Oddity’ and Other Poetry by Mark Stevick The Oddity My pen and me set off to sea but washed up feeing useless; the cadent swell invoked a spell and story of Odysseus. While... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Mike Ellwood January 22, 2016 Well done. Seemingly simple, yet sophisticated, as was the poetry of William Blake. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.