Do Trees Cry Too?


I feel the onset of winter
Biting at my exposed skin,
As I meander through the colonnade of
Horse chestnut trees.
The November chill threatens
To strip me of my layers
And I feel the coffee in my gut
Beginning to slowly freeze.
The summer is so long gone
A faded memory of lost warmth,
And the thought makes me tug up my lapels:
A vain attempt at shifting the permafrost.
Then, the strangest thing happens!
I am drawn from my own bleating
By a russet and gold leaf that
Drifts elegantly to the Tarmac floor
At my insulated feet.
It lies there, so still, so tranquil,
A single, lonely tear given natural form.
I gaze skywards, craning my neck
To the mighty behemoth’s thick branches.
The tree is barren,
Completely devoid of foliage it’s last child
Fallen silently to earth.
And in that moment I forget all my own woes,
All my prevaricating,
All my unease at the bitter weather,
And feel a great sadness wash over me,
As I wonder, do trees cry too?

Published by: Richard Ankers

Richard is a writer and former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins. He has had several short stories published and is always typing up more. Richard has recently finished the first two books of a SciFi/ Dark Fantasy trilogy entitled Decadent Gothic, which he hopes to have traditionally published. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing the mind, Richard created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.

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5 thoughts on “Do Trees Cry Too?”

  1. This is just gorgeous..I’ve not ever thought of the trees shedding leaves could possibly be them crying..what a beautiful imagination and wonder you have, I’ll not ever pass a tree within thinking of your poem. Thank you. ☺️✨

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