Choices
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where a mountain
would be.
by Tess Gallagher
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where a mountain
would be.
by Tess Gallagher
Barbara, you did it again! Beautiful poem and image! ♥
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you so much, Giulia!!! :)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, perfect match!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jonie! :)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a terrific image and the poem fits so well. I feel close to that thought.
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful choice Barbara.
ReplyDeleteThank you Terry and Kate! :)
ReplyDeleteFirst I thought of nature, then "The Giving Tree", then of how we could live off of what nature provides without anything else. Then I thought we might not live as long just living by what nature provides, then I thought I was thinking too much and I just quit thinking and just enjoyed your lovely image.
ReplyDeletePreston, I always look forward to your wonderful, insightful comments! Thank you! :)
ReplyDeleteCompelling, Barbara, in what the image provokes and does make one think. Choices as portrayed in the image as in life.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anna! I appreciate your comments! :)
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