A sapling found


O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns
are shed, your silver slips through fingertips
of frozen branches while from the deeper downs,
perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips
are amber, moss rose, myrrh, a tender taste
of flutes; but they are rooted, sway with winds;
with arms adorned in icicles; no haste
in dreamery of winter’s fallen mind.
They are the resting trees, the oaks , the pines,
their sleep is aged and bent from many springs,
but when I touch their bark with gentle hands,
I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
with scents of cinnamon and sun tanned sands.
O silent moon and trees you’ve made me see,
the sapling in my heart; I am the tree.

Landscape in winter Jacob van Strij

Landscape in winter Jacob van Strij


I wrote a second sonnet for Victoria’s wonderful prompt on synesthesia at dVerse. Come and join us with your best writing. I’m also linking up this sonnet to Real Toads, Tuesday platform

December 4, 2015

24 responses to “A sapling found

  1. Alluring, romantic and filled with passion ~ I specially adore the last lines Bjorn:

    I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
    with scents of cinnamon and sun tanned sands.
    O silent moon and trees you’ve made me see,
    the sapling in my heart; I am the tree.

  2. This is my favorite part:
    “I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
    with scents of cinnamon and sun”

    Beautiful work.

  3. You amaze/stun me Bjorn. How do you produce such gorgeous work, maintain a job as a physicist, and continue to be so prolific without sacrificing quality. Oh, and then there is your family. This line is my fav:
    their lips
    are amber, moss rose myrrh, a tender taste
    of flutes

  4. Wow, this is a beautiful sonnet, Bjorn! I especially like the “tender taste of flutes” and the “resting trees” in “aged sleep” 🙂

  5. Love the lines that the synesthesia prompt conjures forth. I can really see myself using this device in the future. “when I touch their bark with gentle hands, I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
    with scents of cinnamon and sun tanned sands.” Indelible words!

  6. I like sonnets, Bjorn. Yours here is a nice one. I did the iPad ‘define’ function and found the second second definition, “litature: a young and inexperienced person.” Of course yours is the first, nature’s tree, used as a figure of speech for the second meaning. Clever.
    ..

  7. How I LOVE this poem! Beautiful imagery all the way through. I especially love “you made me see the sapling in my heart. I am the tree,” How I resonate with these words, my friend.

  8. This is one of my favorite sonnets of yours ever, Bjorn–so melodious and perfectly balanced, full of all the magic of the natural world, and also the magic of the poetic voice, which here joins us to it–your final lines have great comfort, I think, as well as beauty.

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