in honor of Arbor Day, poetry of trees.
A Tree Design
Arna Bontemps (1902-1973)
A tree is more than a shadow
Blurred against the sky,
More than ink spilled on the fringe
Of white clouds floating by.
A tree is more than an April design
Or a blighted winter bough
Where love and music used to be.
A tree is something in me,
Very still and lonely now.
This poem is in the public domain.
A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦
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