I, Tree

When the weather is glorious, as it was today, I love watching the tree line outside my window. In winter, the pin oaks, red maples, London plane trees… are bare; sometimes dusted with snow. When the spring arrives everything begins to bud.

Through the seasons, trees are watching the ups and downs of the New York City public buses, dogs walking their people, things driving way too fast and carelessly to be people, a witchy writer woman smiling at them from a window… or caressing their bark while whispering sweet nothings. I’ve always wondered, what those trees would say if they could speak back in words everyone could hear

For Day 19 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Summon the green within, and write a poem from the point of view of a sentient tree who gets to address his or her keeper. (I can’t wait to read these poems).


* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: https://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will nudge the trees to whisper sweet nothings.

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