Generations

Generations


As an acorn she found me beneath scattered leaves,
She discovered a place for me to grow with ease.
I confided my secrets to her as she played,
Her shinning glass castles were spun in my shade.

Together we matured as young girl and young oak,
My trunk hid her blushes as she kissed her betrothed.
Below my quivering boughs, she kneeled in delight,
Wed for eternity, in the glow of soft light.

The Weaver spins time; the seasons come and they go,
She introduced her new family, how her eyes shone!
Her children ran around me, joyful and carefree.
They climbed my strong branches; legs swinging while they dreamed.

Children have departed seeking new revelations,
They always return with following generations.
I understand the empty years never last for long;
Once again, the air will be filled with a new child's song.


This poem won the contest it was created for, "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" . The prompt was to create a poem using the following words: scattered, young, quivering, eternity, weaver, dream, departed, and empty.

Won 3rd Place in "Poetry's Prism "