Thursday trees: Fascinating as a poem

Since I’m an arborophile and avid alliterator, I’m dedicating Thursdays to trees. Not so much their botany as the natural compositions- with Autumn there’ll be eye candy; Winter will bring silhouettes; Spring the freshening of foliage; Summer, the fullness of their glory .

Beginning today, with one photo for each day of my forthcoming short break, the trees bear testament to the contrary poem of Tom Disch, in Joyce Kilmer mode. [click on each to show your appreciation 😉 ]

solitary oak in surrey landscape
I think that I shall never read
A tree of any shape or breed –
For all its xylem and its phloem –
As fascinating as a poem.
surrey views through the conifer woodland
Trees must make themselves and so
They tend to seem a little slow
To those accustomed to the pace
Of poems that speed through time and space
As fast as thought. We shouldn’t blame
The trees, of course: we’d be the same
If we had roots instead of brains.
tree roots in an old embankment wall
While trees just grow, a poem explains,
By precept and example, how
Leaves develop on the bough
And new ideas in the mind.
bark textures of conifer tree
A sensibility refined
By reading many poems will be
More able to admire a tree
Than lumberjacks and nesting birds
Who lack a poet’s way with words
And tend to look at any tree
In terms of its utility.
decaying tree in a darkening, Surrey landscape
And so before we give our praise
To pines and oaks and laurels and bays,
We ought to celebrate the poems
That made our human hearts their homes.
— Tom Disch

Note: Romantics might also like my wordy blog’s “The Marriage Tree”


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