A Good Home, Maples, Nature, Poetry, Spring, Trees

In Praise of Trees

Blog Photo - Apple Tree and others

The apple blossoms soon will bloom

The lilac fragrance fill my room

Leaf buds will open on large trees

Gardeners will fall upon their knees

Blog Photo - Tree and Shady Garden

Bring forth your green, oh maple grand

Welcome the spring across the land

Whisper to me through rustling leaf

And I shall sigh with great relief

Blog Photo - Trees Woman hugs tree

Bring back your shelter, copper beech

With arms that dare to heaven reach

Bring back your green leaves, walnut friend

And cleanse the air, our bodies mend

Blog Photo - Ebor House back lawn

Give us your shade, oh mighty beings

Cover our spaces with your wings

Shade so the grass becomes a bed

Shade for the place where lies our dead

Blog Photo - Trees and Memorial Stone

Shade for the robin, perched on limb

Nest for the bugs that pester him

Blog Photo - Bird Scratches self For trees are gifts to creatures all

From those who walk to those who crawl.


Dedicated to all my blogger friends.

74 thoughts on “In Praise of Trees”

  1. Cynthia, you’re a TREE-HUGGER:0)))! What a lovely poem and a lovely yard! And that little pine in the background of the apple tree looks almost artificial it’s so perfectly formed.

    It’s finally almost planting time!

    1. I plead guilty, Your Honour. A tree-hugger is wot I yam.

      That little pine, by the way, belongs to my friends Sandra and David, as does the apple tree in that particular shot. Isn’t it a sweetie?

  2. Your yard and all those trees look inviting, Cynthia. I love Spring and the lilacs, cherry blossoms and dogwood trees that bloom during it. Your poem reminds me it’ll happen soon.

    1. Yes, indeed. Today was a warm day and we sat on the verandah, and the leaves on the maple nearby actually unfurled as we sat there. One minute, it seemed like they were just leaf buds; the next minute: leaves! Tender, “first green” leaves.

    1. That one is in someone else’s front yard. Hugging it was very difficult because I could not get my injured arm to go up any higher, and had to twist my body to hug the tree! But, as the French say: “je ne regrette rien!” It was a great tree to try to hug.

    1. Hey Julie: Next time I give a tree a lop-sided hug, I’ll give a second one on your behalf. You have a great love for growing things, so I’m not surprised you’d give that tree a hug.

  3. Cynthia, what a lovely poem, I did not know you wrote poetry too, I really enjoyed your thoughts. The photo of you hugging the tree outside of your lovely home made me smile too, the tree is huge!

      1. Ah. They can live for hundreds of years and some are astonishingly large. I’m one of those idiots that will ask “Stop the car! A humongous maple!” and go talk to these giant trees. There’s no accounting for sense….

  4. I particularly like the last line, “From those who walk and those who crawl” and “Shade for the place where lies our dead.” Great ode to great beings.

  5. Perfectly written!! I love reading and connecting with people, who like me, feel one and alive with the earth! While I see and feel all there is in nature, you so eloquently are able to put words to the feelings!

  6. You do write so well, Cynthia! Your poem is full of hope and I do love a hopeful poem. I find trees amazing – so much stored energy in such tiny seeds. Thank-you for the dedication ❤

      1. Pretty well, thanks! I have one project right now that I’m not loving but I am learning from it. Thanks for asking!

  7. Oh that is so poignant and so beautifully written Cynthia! Trees play such an important role in all our lives. In my garden alone I have blossom trees planted to mark the passing of my cats, with petals which fall upon the ground where they lie. I have a crab apple tree which I sit under for welcome shade and a once tiny tree which I took from my last business which now grows and thrives, offering me continuity and hope.
    It is as if the trees are the elder statesmen of the garden, growing in wisdom with the years. You looked tiny against that big tree you were hugging! I really love that picture and I have never hugged a tree! Well, what am I waiting for?! 🙂

    1. What a wonderful reply, Karen. Thank you. I keep re-reading it. I like the idea of our mature trees being the elder statesmen of the garden. And yes! Go hug a tree, girl! If I, with one good working arm, can ambitiously hug a huge tree, so can you. Promise?

      1. I promise. I am going to go to sleep now thinking of which tree to choose and the kind of hug it will be. I am wondering what it will feel like and what I will be able to intuit from the experience. Watch this space!

  8. Thank you from here, where the willows have their spring green on, other trees are budding, the geese are grazing and nesting and this evening the insect eating birds were swooping over the water. Spring makes me smile, and so does your verse. Wishing you many more wonderful trees to hug!

  9. @”Dedicated to all my blogger friends.” – merci! thanx a bunch of your favourite flowers, Cynthia! ❤ lots of inspiration, my very best and have a positive week! cheers, Mélanie – another tree hugger… 🙂

  10. Cynthia, what a wonderful ode to trees. I love the big one you hugged. They are the gentle giants of the best gardens. We bought our present home largely (pun intended) because of the trees.

    Blessings ~ Wendy ❀

  11. thank you for sharing your poem-beautiful..+ as always you know how to tug at our hearts and souls!.
    I love your hug for your tree-much larger than your arms:-)…I need to go out and hug my old gal, but I feel I won’t be able to give her a total hug for she is much larger than my outstretched arms!! We have some great old trees in our gardens-way before our time:-)

    1. Hey Robbie: That shouldn’t stop you. A half or quarter hug will do! (smile) I was very ambitious with one good arm and one crooked one — and I still didn’t get my arms even half-way around that giant tree. I’m glad you have some great old trees. They are awe-inspiring, aren’t they? They remind me of how small we humans are, how short our lifespan set in the context of natural time.

      1. amen to that! I have two old ones on my property- a Silver Maple ( 80 years plus) and a large Pin Oak over our bedroom. I can’t hug her either that is all that fits on our lot:-) But I have been adding tons of dwarf fruit trees, I can squeeze those little ones in here and there!
        Years ago we had a strong storm E something) go through here and took out all the elderly trees. Pulled them from the roots! We were down for a week and everyone was digging out but my “old Gal) in back holds the hill she is the last one standing. My neighbors all lost their trees:-( I admire her so much for her ability to stand tall and not give up when she is faced with a challenge!

  12. You see when I stop by I’m making up for lost time! 🙂 Love your poem, you tree-hugger, you! I cannot imagine life without trees. Even when I lived in the city, I was in places where there were trees. Thanks for this lovely tribute to them – they deserve accolades.

  13. I haven’t actually hugged one in quite some time, but I did spend some time talking to the 100′ blue spruce at the edge of my property as I cut its branches free from last year’s honeysuckle vine.

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