The trees are vested
now. Done with
exposure, winter’s disclosure
is on the wane. The sky
recedes as greener
arms prevail – each
leaf a sail, even while
trunks anchor
praise; theirs these waving
lauds – Soli Deo Gloria – in
this morning
season.
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stillvoicing 
Nice poem!
Glad you enjoyed it!
A lovely poem capturing the springtime glory of trees.
Thanks for the encouragement, and retweet!
This is lovely, Allen 😀
Glad you enjoyed it!
I enjoyed your poem! The emergence of spring is inspiring 🙂
Thanks! i am just loving sitting and looking at my backyard these days!
I had to laugh. My first interpretation of “vested” was quite different. I thought perhaps the trees had been around long enough that they’d become fully vested in a retirement program!
I like your thoughts better. “Each leaf a sail” — someone has boating on his mind! I did think of the trunk as the mast, even though it’s not explicit.
Just a lovely poem for the season.
Wow, where has the week gone! Thanks for this. I was not aware of that use of “vest.” If I decide to rework this poem some day, I’ll have to play with the mast theme. Speaking of boats, we just finished painting the deck, and all that is left is the decals for names and call letters. Soon to water!