I like to believe -- or dare to hope, as the case might be -- that they go back into the cycle of all living beings, and that they understand, as do all who go before, that there is never really an end. Sweet and thoughtful practice, and I love how you told it from a different vantage point!
In my city at least the "cycling" is assisted by a Parks department that collects the discarded trees, chips them, and uses the chips for ground cover around public plantings. Grateful to them for that.
Grateful to you for reading, Elizabeth. Thank you!
Wonderful poem, and I love your note. Yes, never trust poets! We lie to expose truths and hide our deceit behind honesty. I like to think not every poem is a memoir, but each line of my poetry contains a fragment of my soul.
There's an anecdote about an indigenous storyteller who began every telling with "I don't know if it happened just this way, but I know this story is true." Poets can relate, I think.
I like to believe -- or dare to hope, as the case might be -- that they go back into the cycle of all living beings, and that they understand, as do all who go before, that there is never really an end. Sweet and thoughtful practice, and I love how you told it from a different vantage point!
In my city at least the "cycling" is assisted by a Parks department that collects the discarded trees, chips them, and uses the chips for ground cover around public plantings. Grateful to them for that.
Grateful to you for reading, Elizabeth. Thank you!
I can feel your thankfulness as you appreciate getting that” nose full of good greenness”.
Just like you to see the beauty in all things—the ENTIRE life of a Christmas tree.
I love your ritual AND your “secret”.
Thank you, sister Lucinda. Love you back!!! ❤️
I love your heart. It always comes through in everything you make.💚🌲💚
Receiving that love and reflecting it back to your own contemplative, making heart. 💚
My pleasure
I know for a fact that songwriters lie, steal ideas, sometimes cheat listeners.
Do not buy a used car from one!
Or at least,
Ask for a Carfax.
The voice of experience! 😉
Thanks for reading and commenting, Malcolm.
A micro-moment of one of your many selves: Lovely. “Fare thee well Christmas trees”
Thank you, Shari! ❤️
That was fun, thank you. I trust trees too.
Thank you back, Weston. Trees definitely deserve our trust.
Great story regarding selfishness. I believe.
Thanks for reading and sharing your response, An.
A marvelous poem and a marvelous secret.
Thanks so much, Jonathan.
Lovely tree whisperer. Gratitude to you.
Gratitude back to you for reading, Wren!
Wonderful poem, and I love your note. Yes, never trust poets! We lie to expose truths and hide our deceit behind honesty. I like to think not every poem is a memoir, but each line of my poetry contains a fragment of my soul.
I limited it to my soul in every other line.
There's an anecdote about an indigenous storyteller who began every telling with "I don't know if it happened just this way, but I know this story is true." Poets can relate, I think.
Thank you for reading, Jason!
Yes. And thank you for articulating it all so well.
Thank you for reading, Kim! ❤️
I'm glad, Maureen! Thanks so much for letting me know.