[POEM] what the trees know



photo taken during toward the end of a solo hike at Patton Woods / Scotia Range in State College, Pennsylvania. 

Because it’s NaPoWriMo, I’m trying to write a poem a day. This one was written based off of the prompt #3 from This Is Not a Literary Journal.  A text version of the poem is below. 

what the trees know

the distance between their highest points and the
descending steel bird

the moans of lovers taking refuge underneath,
making the last of fall, and the last of each other

which leaves are worth holding on to and which
to let go

how the autumn colors conceal the oncoming chill of winter

the initials of teenage puppy-love,
carved in promises of forever

of pending divorce
of secret love affairs
of shopping lists
of poetic declarations
of a soldier not coming home

the feel of electric volts measured in lightning strikes

the newness of life, growing in a hollowed stump

wood before it’s been chopped, sawed, carved –
smoothed, made into furniture, shipped off to the big box.

my suspicion when you said “we belong together”
when there were so many others
and the competition for attention was too great

and the trees know:

how lately, my heart has finally
let go of the grief
that each step into the woods
calculated by a tiny chip on my wrist
has brought me closer to myself

/ / /

Gina Thompson
6 April 2016
State College PA


About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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