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How the trees have grown
around us,
with a surplus of winter
and spring rains.
The sycamore we planted
as a sapling soars three stories high.
The oaks facing the house
have morphed into
one tree with two trunks.
A grove of eucalyptus,
their silver sifting leaves
testing the waters of the sky,
confirming life will continue
to march on.
The trees form a sacred den,
shelter us from external
elemental ravages.
Sentinels of sentient existence,
wise keepers cradling
my spirit in their limbs.
From Our Shared Breath (Penciled In, 2021).
Used here with permission.
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Carolyn Chilton Casas lives on the central coast of California. A Reiki Master and teacher, she often explores ways of healing in her writing. Carolyn's stories and poems have appeared in numerous publications and she is the author of one poetry collection, Our Shared Breath. A new collection, Under the Same Sky, is forthcoming. Carolyn enjoys hiking and beach volleyball; learn more about her on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ .
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Lori Levy:
I especially like the stanza about the eucalyptus leaves "testing the waters of the sky."
Posted 05/02/2021 03:17 PM
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Darrell Arnold:
Not just anyone could conceive, let alone write "sentinels of sentient existence." Brilliant. I like it.
Posted 05/02/2021 12:07 PM
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Janet Leahy:
We are drugged now by the elixir of color on the flowering trees, stunning the senses after a winter
of shelter in place. Lovely poem, this phrase is so true, "cradling my spirit in their limbs." Thank you Carolyn.
Posted 05/02/2021 08:50 AM
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wordartdjc:
Trees. beautiful trees. The earth would be a bare bald orb without our lovely trees.
Posted 05/02/2021 08:18 AM
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