Urban Renewal
Majestic in your unspoken elegance,
reflecting the change of season.
Without vanity or pompousness,
you retain your natural beauty.
Ignorant of fashion, you change,
with the procession of days.
You have been my private calender,
you spoke to me of elder forests,
where antique trees had murmuring voices.
Threatened by noise and smog and city,
you stood proudly, bearing the burdens,
of life without complaint.
In spring you fairly sang with joy of growing,
of new shoots and leaves.
In the scorching parched summer,
you gently offered cool shade and comfort,
in your cool canopy.
At night one could see the life in your aura,
glowing white, such strong life force,
to awe the earth with your splendor.
Come autumn, you were thousand,
million colored, golden ocher auburn brown,
you sang of age and wisdom.
The stark loneliness of the frozen winter,
brought on contemplative serenity,
though threatened to be torn asunder
by lightning, you still lived in all your glory.
reflecting the change of season.
Without vanity or pompousness,
you retain your natural beauty.
Ignorant of fashion, you change,
with the procession of days.
You have been my private calender,
you spoke to me of elder forests,
where antique trees had murmuring voices.
Threatened by noise and smog and city,
you stood proudly, bearing the burdens,
of life without complaint.
In spring you fairly sang with joy of growing,
of new shoots and leaves.
In the scorching parched summer,
you gently offered cool shade and comfort,
in your cool canopy.
At night one could see the life in your aura,
glowing white, such strong life force,
to awe the earth with your splendor.
Come autumn, you were thousand,
million colored, golden ocher auburn brown,
you sang of age and wisdom.
The stark loneliness of the frozen winter,
brought on contemplative serenity,
though threatened to be torn asunder
by lightning, you still lived in all your glory.
Published by David Lanier
Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Grew up working in the family business. Worked at the Grand Canyon in'93, and fell in love with the power of nature. Spent some time in the Army. Married for a few ye... View profile
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9 Comments
Post a CommentAbsolutely beautiful!!!
Nice poem, David. ;)
I've been here befor and it reads the same as it did befor. Great
I love and revere trees. Nicely done David.
Excellent.
Beautiful imagery.
Great writing
You are so talented Love your words so much feeling I am wondering if you are alone and writing from your heart or is this your hopes and dreams it is so very deep. I need peace to do this kind of work and I can not have with out inturuptions. It is difficult if I can not have this peace to write in.
Beautifully written. Calendar indeed, telling the seasons.