Wood: a poem describing my bottom-up thinking

I can’t see the wood – because of the trees,
Well, maybe they’re right, but I disagree;

I can see beauty in power and line:
rod-back battalions of towering pine,
bold sweeping branches, labyrinthine roots,
broad-trunked horse chestnut, soft delicate shoots;

Spines hiding conkers; trunks leaching their sap,
fine-sculpted acorns for fairy-folk cap;
rough touch of oak, and dark menacing yews,
silky-smooth birch kissed by tenderest hues;

Fresh spicy perfume from Winter pine leaf,
emerging Spring saplings mute as a thief;
Summer’s gold canopy, verdant moss mound;
jewel shades of Autumn, leaf-litter ground,

Such splendour surrounds me – leaves me in awe –
delights all my senses, and asks ‘what’s it for?’

Maybe I take it too literally –
all my horizons are too close to me;
but I can take people just as they are,
take to them warmly, or put up a bar,
or I can look on and see the great plan,
make my decisions, and be what I am.

See also: my Reflections blog on Bottom-up Thinking

Being creative is the mainstay of my life, and poetry, prose, and photography is where I express my deepest emotions. I also enjoy the challenge of design and create jewellery, fabric bags, and garments and home items in yarn. Diagnosed with ASD at the age of 68 after fifty years in and out of the mental health system, I now aim to explore and share my experiences over these years. Apart from blogs and short articles I'll share my life in my verse and images.

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