Trees (Aft. John Ashbery) Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Trees (Aft. John Ashbery)
Showering us the raindrops after a storm
The wind rustles through the leaves
When the sun comes out
I go beneath them for protection
Autumn sadden me as they die
For another year
And the desolation of winter has
Made me melancholy
Until spring quakes them from their sleep
Watching them bud into the scent of hope
Then, summer comes, and they sway in the wind
But ends once more in the cycle of life
I have two baby oak trees in pots in my garden that I will plant out somewhere next spring. They should last a hundred or more years
powerfully felt all the way through! .. Definite Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Oh so true, But love the thoughts of watching bud into the scent of hope! .. So Beautifully and
An outstanding tribute to one of history's greatest poets!
Beautifully penned one! Trees are the lung of our mother nature. Well done. With best wishes.
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8/13/2025 10:45:36 AM # 1.0.0
So true, and a beautiful picture of the cyclical nature of life. Hope lives on, and yet, so does the ontic melancholy of living.