How to Honor a Tree
The Lilac Chaste Tree is showing off and demands a poem written about her.
Burning bushes do not have to be orange or red.
There’s a tree in my yard that is aflame in purple. I cannot help but notice. She stands in all her glory outside my wall of windows in my study. And I’m looking at her now. She gives off a beauty unlike any one else right now.
She deserves her own poem—a poem of her own. She is just showing off in July regalia.
The Lilac Chaste Tree is exquisite and unlike any other tree in my yard. This is her time and I dare not miss it. She is showing off her glory in the mountain morning mist.
Here’s my poem to honor her. It’s a poem that invited me to look, stare, study, count as a mathematician and marvel as a mystic. If you’re a counting kind of soul, note how many words I tried to find to describe her majestic purple. Do you know one I missed?
Blessings!
Stephen
