In the whispers of the wind, the old tree knows.
The changing of the light shows promise.
With March barely here, spring is soon to appear.
The streams filled with melting snow.
Rushing with life to the forest floor.
Tucked in the winter debris,
bright colors of a crocus catch the eye.
Yes, spring is near.
Such promise, such hope, such celebration of life’s renewal.
Like the rings in its core.
The old tree knows.
Emily Carter Mitchell 2016
Categories: All about Hoofbeats & Footprints, poetry
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 
The Old Tree knows. Everything. ❤
Isn’t that the truth? Hope you’re not working to hard. Hugs!
Beautiful! XOXO – Bacon
Thanks Bacon!
These captures are sooo beautiful..!! ❤
Thank you so much Andy. Hope all is going well with you.
So far, Thank you 🙂
A tree with a soul!
I love trees, and somehow this one spoke to me on the wintery day. Thank you Pit.
What a majestic tree, ancient and full of stories no doubt. Beautiful poem.
Can you imagine the things this tree has seen. Right in a picnic area where the deer love to be. Thank you Miriam.
That’s an enchanting thought.
Beautiful poem, Emily! So glad to see we have all survived another winter. The daffodils in my garden have finally open up! 🙂
That’s just incredible Fatima, and so soon. It seems spring is coming earlier too here. The birds are on the move.
Beautiful, Emily. I love old tree like this one and enjoyed your poem.
Truly my pleasure to share this with you and thank you so much.
Enjoyed this a lot Emily, the tree and the poem. Love the long exposure too.
Thank you Tiny! I’ve been practicing the long exposures and slowly getting better.
How beautiful!