Living Tree Poetry

Try putting a stop to life
It rises again in dawn’s burning fire.
In our dancing planet that turns

and spins into the light.

It’s confirmed in each season’s return
of new life and birth
and in each departing term,

revolving through a door.

Try putting a stop to the seed,
that is formed in such a hidden state,
that its flourishing bloom is always a surprise.

But then not, at all.

Try putting a stop to the leaves,
as they fall, and disperse
and feed the next seasons growth.

Energy that’s shared in the breaking down.

Try putting a stop to life.
Circles forever forming.
As the pebble thrown in a lake

its ripples ever widening.

Ana Lisa de Jong
April 2018

Photo:  Carol Haines