Good observations. Trees don’t give up easily! Actually, neither does my lawn, which has greened up with the three days of rain we have received (instead of snow). Another weird winter!
Happy New Year Bliss! What a beautiful photo in your link- it is a perfect little “tulip”. I am reluctant to “just let go” and I suppose I projected that onto my trees. Always so nice to hear from you and I hope you are doing well 🥰🙏🏼✨
Thank you for asking Tracy. I doing well, house hunting, sort of stressful but a good thing. The Tulip, is from this massive tree in my backyard. at my old home. I had a Shingle Oak in the front yard that held onto it’s dried leaves until Spring. The most tenacious of any tree I’ve ever seen, when it came to lo letting go. The birds, and squirrels ran up and down it all winter.
They feel like guardians (trees). I hope your search goes well and that you find a place that works for you and feels like home. May there be guardians nearby to watch over you. 🥰😊
Even your lead in is beautifully written. I paused a couple times over "When it is time to sprout some green I might", alone. That iambic rhythm is so arresting. Love the poems and that message: no one can take what you refuse to give up. I can't wait to see what you have in store for us this year. Thank you for sharing
Your comments are always so welcome and insightful- it is funny you noted that line since one of my final edits was to change the word from ‘will’ to ‘might’. I was very happy with that edit for it completely changed the meaning to work better with the idea that the tree made its own decisions about its future and was not entirely at the mercy of any outside force. Thank you again for taking time to read and comment! 🫶🏼😊✨
"You see, it is not about sadness at all - it is about being stubbornly different and weirdly wonderful. I love trees."
There is a time to flow with it, and a time to be stubborn and fight for something better. It is an intuitive thing. That's what I am hearing Tracy say here. Thank you.
Thank you, Jed, for reading and for your spot on insight into my frame of mind when I wrote this-I suppose it was a rebellion against the platitude often given to those who grieve “to just let go and try to move on”. I appreciate your readership! 🥰✨🙏🏼
2025 greetings sister Tracy, cheers to new beginnings and words waiting to be written, like GHOST LEAVES, spectacular, I’ve never seen those two marvelous words together!
This piece is so beautifully crafted and vivid with colorful details of “Your Tree” that you transport me right there and the repetition of “I Love Trees” creates a sense of a Sacred Grove, yup!
And makes me think of the ancient practice called phyllomancy — the art of divination by listening to the rustling of leaves, for real this happened, I look into it awhile back and read about a book called The Migration of Symbols 1958 by Count Goblet d’Alviella, interesting name, right!
I think too about Deborah, one time ruler of Israel, who lived under the oracular Tree that bore her own name. Judges 4:5
How nice to open and read a wonderful comment from my sister Geraldine to start out 2025! I’m glad you enjoyed this one and as usual you have provided several ‘prompts’ (yes, often your references and connections act as prompts for me!) and topics for me to look into. I so appreciate your readership and comments- you are a blessing and I can’t wait to look up especially the interpretation of leaves rustling- never heard of this. I have often thought of the leaves of trees like vocal chords that ‘speak’ as the wind passes through them - I suspect their language is far beyond my meager comprehension and yet like music the sound can transport those attuned to the melodies and odd keys. Love and peace to you, my sweet sister. 🥰🙏🏼🎉✨
I love it that it started your year off good! I am honored that you would give it such high praise- some things we write feel labored and some just flow - this one was a flower… flow- er 🤣🥰 Thank you for your kind words, David, an best wishes! 🫶🏼✨✨🎉
I agree- had a very stubborn little Irish great grandma -4’11”- who seemed like she embodied a 7’ suma (sp) wrestler when she set her mind to something- my favorite human in all the world. 🥰
Thank you for reading and glad you liked it!
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I am delighted you liked my Ghost Leaves! Thanks so much for taking time to read and comment Minemoon 🥰🫶🏼✨
Nice poem Tracy.
Thanks for this beautiful writing, Tracy! Happy New Year!
Thank you so much! Best New Year wishes to you too 🙏🏼✨✨
Good observations. Trees don’t give up easily! Actually, neither does my lawn, which has greened up with the three days of rain we have received (instead of snow). Another weird winter!
Thank you for reading Carole! Yes, we have had such a mild winter now predicting 7 inches snow Sunday- right when the kids return to school! 🤦♀️
I really like this one. I like having options, this would be one of them.
Not sure if this link will work. Tulip Poplars, so magnificent, yet delicate.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/MfbRgMsmzXCsSke16
Happy New Year Bliss! What a beautiful photo in your link- it is a perfect little “tulip”. I am reluctant to “just let go” and I suppose I projected that onto my trees. Always so nice to hear from you and I hope you are doing well 🥰🙏🏼✨
Thank you for asking Tracy. I doing well, house hunting, sort of stressful but a good thing. The Tulip, is from this massive tree in my backyard. at my old home. I had a Shingle Oak in the front yard that held onto it’s dried leaves until Spring. The most tenacious of any tree I’ve ever seen, when it came to lo letting go. The birds, and squirrels ran up and down it all winter.
They feel like guardians (trees). I hope your search goes well and that you find a place that works for you and feels like home. May there be guardians nearby to watch over you. 🥰😊
Even your lead in is beautifully written. I paused a couple times over "When it is time to sprout some green I might", alone. That iambic rhythm is so arresting. Love the poems and that message: no one can take what you refuse to give up. I can't wait to see what you have in store for us this year. Thank you for sharing
Your comments are always so welcome and insightful- it is funny you noted that line since one of my final edits was to change the word from ‘will’ to ‘might’. I was very happy with that edit for it completely changed the meaning to work better with the idea that the tree made its own decisions about its future and was not entirely at the mercy of any outside force. Thank you again for taking time to read and comment! 🫶🏼😊✨
"You see, it is not about sadness at all - it is about being stubbornly different and weirdly wonderful. I love trees."
There is a time to flow with it, and a time to be stubborn and fight for something better. It is an intuitive thing. That's what I am hearing Tracy say here. Thank you.
Thank you, Jed, for reading and for your spot on insight into my frame of mind when I wrote this-I suppose it was a rebellion against the platitude often given to those who grieve “to just let go and try to move on”. I appreciate your readership! 🥰✨🙏🏼
Always ... Happy New Year, friend
Congratulations on your anniversary :)
Thank you, Neil, and best wishes for 2025! 🥰
Really excellent! Happy New Year and Happy 1 Year on Substack!
Thank you Heidi!!
Beautiful ❤️ congrats on your anniversary 😄
Thanks so much, Arathy, and best wishes to you in 2025! 🥰
2025 greetings sister Tracy, cheers to new beginnings and words waiting to be written, like GHOST LEAVES, spectacular, I’ve never seen those two marvelous words together!
This piece is so beautifully crafted and vivid with colorful details of “Your Tree” that you transport me right there and the repetition of “I Love Trees” creates a sense of a Sacred Grove, yup!
And makes me think of the ancient practice called phyllomancy — the art of divination by listening to the rustling of leaves, for real this happened, I look into it awhile back and read about a book called The Migration of Symbols 1958 by Count Goblet d’Alviella, interesting name, right!
I think too about Deborah, one time ruler of Israel, who lived under the oracular Tree that bore her own name. Judges 4:5
Happy trails, sister G
How nice to open and read a wonderful comment from my sister Geraldine to start out 2025! I’m glad you enjoyed this one and as usual you have provided several ‘prompts’ (yes, often your references and connections act as prompts for me!) and topics for me to look into. I so appreciate your readership and comments- you are a blessing and I can’t wait to look up especially the interpretation of leaves rustling- never heard of this. I have often thought of the leaves of trees like vocal chords that ‘speak’ as the wind passes through them - I suspect their language is far beyond my meager comprehension and yet like music the sound can transport those attuned to the melodies and odd keys. Love and peace to you, my sweet sister. 🥰🙏🏼🎉✨
Ghost Leaves is the best poem I read this year! Last year too! Truly gorgeous!
I love it that it started your year off good! I am honored that you would give it such high praise- some things we write feel labored and some just flow - this one was a flower… flow- er 🤣🥰 Thank you for your kind words, David, an best wishes! 🫶🏼✨✨🎉
Beautiful, I deeply love the trees of winter and you captured them so well!
Thanks so much for taking time to read and comment- I am so happy you enjoyed it! 🥰🥰
The most stubborn tree is the best tree :)
I agree- had a very stubborn little Irish great grandma -4’11”- who seemed like she embodied a 7’ suma (sp) wrestler when she set her mind to something- my favorite human in all the world. 🥰
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