Capturing the world with Photography, Painting and Drawing

From A Tree’s Point of View, a Monday poem.

The Tree
Winters tree
Nigel Borrington

People pass me by without a second glance,
No one likes the ugly tree with no leaves.

My branches extend out in every which way,
Getting tangled within each other.

I look still on the outside,
Yet inside, water and nutrients course through my tissues.

I stand in wait, until the season comes,
When my arms are no longer bare and the fresh, green leaves can hide away my hideous outsides.

mdancer1399
Polk City, IA

4 responses

  1. “No one likes the ugly tree with no leaves.” Love that.

    January 12, 2015 at 7:51 pm

  2. Great to have you back blogging, Nigel.

    The lovely old tree sure has a nice view of the Irish landscape. A bench for his friend, too!

    January 14, 2015 at 1:55 am

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