Oak Tree

The gorgeous oak tree at the end of my driveway.

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree
BY JOYCE KILMER

Another hot humid day with thunderstorms in the afternoon. I’m working on a very complicated piece of bead weaving so just as happy to be inside.

Take care of yourself & each other xx