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Majesty
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CJ Muchhala


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The white pine is dying  
a slow death. It took
a century to reach this height.
Another fifty years will pass,
perhaps, before the tree
is compost for her progeny.
 
Jagged lower limbs, devoid
of needles and bark, stick
out from her trunk like
arthritic fingers pointing  
every which way towards calamity
and yet, as if her years  
were not numbered,  
 
the white pine’s sun-washed crown,
still green, sways exuberantly
in the music of the west wind


Š by CJ Muchhala.
Used with the author's permission.


Photo credit: CJ Muchhala

 





 

CJ Muchhala lives in Shorewood,Wisconsin near Lake Michigan, but maintains a getaway on the Wisconsin River. Her poetry, fiction, and children's stories have been published in a variety of online and print journals, anthologies, and art/poetry exhibits. When she's not writing, CJ says she enjoys gardening "using the 'benign neglect theory," and baking bread "following the 5-minute method."

       

 


Post New Comment:
Jo:
Beautiful images of the white pinea poem I downloaded to re-read. Loved it.
Posted 05/11/2022 11:16 PM
Arlene Gay Levine:
Well done, CJ! We can all take a lesson from this majestic white pine and your poem.
Posted 05/11/2022 08:36 PM
Lori Levy:
Beautiful images and portrayal of the tree.
Posted 05/11/2022 06:48 PM
CamilleBalla:
the white pines sun-washed crown, still green, sways exuberantly in the music of the west wind - exquisite.
Posted 05/11/2022 11:04 AM
Janet Leahy:
Lovely images run through this poem, two of my favorites . . ."as if her years were not numbered" and "the sun-washed crown sways exuberantly". Thank you for this artistic rendering.
Posted 05/11/2022 10:31 AM
TheSilverOne:
As a lifelong lover of trees, I loved this poem. Well done. ~~Doris Bezio
Posted 05/11/2022 10:10 AM
cork:
Trees are so important in our lives.
Posted 05/11/2022 09:30 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this photographic poem personifying a tree with images of "dying a slow death" and "arthritic fingers." I also love the image of: "The white pines sun-washed crown, still green, sways exuberantly in the music of the west wind."The photo is beautiful also with the different colors.
Posted 05/11/2022 08:42 AM
Michael:
Vibrant images, much in the way of empathy and love. Nicely done, CJ!
Posted 05/11/2022 08:40 AM
Joan Luther:
In the music of the west wind sways the poem into a lovely ending. What a pleasant ode to the tree!
Posted 05/11/2022 07:40 AM
Larry Schug:
From the photo, I would say this tree is definitely worthy of a poem to honor it. And don't we all act as if our days "were not numbered"?
Posted 05/11/2022 06:59 AM


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