Even Prompter

Oak

Oak

Weather being the business of trees,
if you would learn of sun or storm,
of drought or drizzle, cloud or clear,
go ask the old oak tree there on the hill,
sit on a root, lean back on his trunk,
speak of the weather and heed his reply,
the wind in his branches, the chatter of leaves,
semaphore lessons in speckles of light,
philosophy written in ages old bark,
watch as he sorts through collections of rings,
history drawn through the heart of his being,
tales of his cousins all gone to sea,
memories in the voices of skeleton houses,
talk of his children scattered in thousands,
days in the cold of winter and wind,
squirrel and nestlings in the bright hand of summer,
seasons of growth and hard times alike,
shelter and comfort beneath his wide boughs.


Line count: 18
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 30 2023
Prompt: Use the words “storm” and “oak tree” in your poem.