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?


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. ☺️✨

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s