Old pine tree seems the only one
excited by the first warm wind
Empty-handed, the others barely nod
at his hundred foot tall child’s soul
Who remembers the world with no flowers
no leaves no bees who knows
What was and knows what’s coming
I relate to that amazing tree, Jeff, thanks to you.
Thanks Ann. I can hear the wind in that tree right now.
Even at this late hour, I can recognize polished elegance. This poem is IT! 🙂
Ron — Haiku Odyssey
Thank you, sir.
You are most welcome, my good friend! Thank you for all the pleasure your poetry brings our way.
I’ve just discovered your site…….will be following and enjoying. Thank you!
Thank you and welcome, Lillian.