“The trees stand”

The trees stand sentry all along the road,
Their slender arms, all unadorned, held high
Against the featureless grey dome of sky,
As though to hold that lofty vault in place,
Or as in prayer, to plead that rain might come,
Or as in early welcome to the sun.

Earlier this week, I was struck both by the image that the trees along the highway presented and by a vaguely-remembered poem by e. e. cummings it brought to mind. A repeated line from that poem suggested an opening phrase, and the rest of this verse-paragraph followed. (With some false steps, since the coincidental rhyme made me consider making a this, like the cummings poem, a sonnet, and I tried for another rhyme without success before moving on, for example.)

As always, I earnestly welcome your (further) comments, suggestions (perhaps of a real title for this poem?), questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems nearly every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written (perhaps starting with those linked from one of the “archive” installments, since the full archive is by now, at over two hundred poems, somewhat daunting). You may also share this poem with others, subject to my sharing policy.

This poem is also mirrored on my wiki.


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