Poem, Text & Pics by Barb Jenks Triffon
Beauty by Jeffrey Woods & Mother Nature
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house." ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
Forest plants bend and wither in their presence, woodland animals sit at their base eating dropped seeds, and crisp winds whistle through their branches with autumn songs.
As for me, I just stand motionless and gawk in awe and quiet reverence.
Fall is not only a great time to be WOWED by remarkable woodland colors, but also to become more familiar with the individual trees that make the woods such a magical destination.
“To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.”
~ Thomas Hardy
Some trees are small and spindly with delicate spring blossoms and fragrances like tiny ballerinas, while others stand straight and strong with unpleasant aromas like an old troll.
Mighty sycamores have developed massive trunks against life’s hardships reminding me of an old and gnarly heavy-weight boxer, while wispy willows bend and flow with life’s adversity - similar to a soulful, interpretive dancer.
Once you start imagining a tree's character, it's becomes a fun mind-game that's hard to stop. You'll quickly learn that each and all have their own way of living, contributing and sharing.
I am not only drawn to this old tree’s leafy embrace, but also to its ability to survive life’s good and bad times for more than 100 years – a true comfort as I also grow older.
I mean, anything with a century of living to its credit deserves my admiration and excites my curiosity.
When this tree was born, cars were a rare luxury, televisions and computers a dream and penicillin not yet discovered.
I can’t help but wonder, what and who this tree has seen throughout the the last century? Who played under its branches and/or sought it out during times of sorrow?
On many occasions and in many moods, I’ve visited this dear woodland friend and have always left with a sense of peace – if not joy.
In memory and honor of that moment under the Acorn Tree at Jeffrey Woods, please enjoy a preview of the following poem I wrote - inspired by two kids with big imaginations.