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POEM OF THE MONTH
AUGUST 2020
To a birch tree
During the coronavirus lockdown
You stood still. I passed you by
Unaware of grass or sky.
Pestering thoughts beset my brain
[Same obsessions, same old pain]
Grumbles buzzing in my head....
Then - but how? - you stopped me dead.
No, not dead – but wide aware,
Free to catch my breath and stare.
Breezes stirred; your branches quivered.
Greenest leaves awoke and shivered,
Shielding tapered trunk and silvery bark...
Time too held its breath and granted me
Sight of perfection in a mortal tree.
[Just one of several in our little park]
Becalmed in joy I stood, but then
Time began to stir again.
Why not stand and watch forever?
Hovering commonsense said ‘Never.
‘Off you go: return to duty
Share your glimpse of hidden beauty’
Briefly blessed, I made my way
Through the park to everyday.
Not so weary as before.
Locked in self-concern no more.
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