The Old Friend at My Window

Beautiful. Tribute to mother nature, which is our constant friend. 5/5

What a beautiful poem...Great imagery, too..
Keep writing..
5/5..^_^

I could feel the breeze and see the leaves as they turn their majestic colors for fall. Very well written.

Cindy,

I see you too have an affinity for nature, specifically trees, an oak in this case.

Oak trees are to me, like old wise symbols of nature. They survey the landscape, quietly, methodically taking stock of all comings and goings. They gather this information and have over the years, hundreds of them learnt about man and his dark nature.

In this poem, you praise not only the wise oak, but also the beauty of autumn and its place in the cycle of life, yours and the oak. You describe this relationship and it is clearly respectful. The oak has arms, making it almost human, suggesting that it does in fact posess wisdom.

This is a colourful poem that has a richness of maturity that lends itself nicely to its theme. A poem complimenting mother nature on her wonders, one of them being her stately trees!

Well done

Michael

Truly amazing, i like the imagery on this, thanks, Cindy:)