‘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. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 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 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.