courtesy: A Dash Of Sunny
I wish I were a tree
who loves to dance
to autumn tune
letting her leaves free.
I watch intently
her beauty broken face.
How she wears winter
with majestic grace!
Porous imperfection
is filled up with truth.
Truth is beauty
and beauty truth*.
*the last two lines are from Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn in a roundabout way adding one more word.
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
My goodness! Sumana this is such a tender and heartfelt poem ❤ ❤ Love the way with which you have described the beauty of Autumn with effortless grace and flair 😀 Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤ ❤
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Each part of the natural world goes about its business whilst humans take a divergent course. I hope I come back as a tree all this walking about is driving me crazy. This is a beautiful poem Sumana.
We would be so much more happier if we were true to the Nature that birthed us. She makes no mistakes. She only makes things that are different from each other. Like your poem suggests, there is such beauty in rough, porous bark of a tree (they don’t try to make themselves smoother, or more youthful). We would be and feel more beautiful if we just cared to be. ♥
Such a pretty and moving piece….oh that we all could handle change with such grace 😀 XXX
Oh, thy nature! Enchanting and irresistible both in its perfect and imperfect state. Lovely piece. 😊
That would be a wonderful wish – i could picture you as that tree and i suspect to be able to describe her so beautifully you did indeed nestle under her leaves and trunk..
There is such beauty in ANY tree, even those with imperfections.
Porous imperfection filled with truth.. that is such a strong image..
I think it’s a wonderful thing to incorporate another poet’s work into our own, as long as we give credit, which you most certainly did. Others can serve as our founts of inspiration.
Love the way you have weaved Keat’s word into your own… just like beauty is always in the eye of the beholder (including the tree)
I love her wearing winter “with majestic grace”. Beautiful, Sumana.
Such divine tranquility!
I like what you have done with your blog, and especially the header picture of Jammu (as I think it to be). What a splendid scene.
the header picture is of Pahalgam’s, another Kashmir town away from Jammu.
There is much beauty in trees, I often am in awe of their splendor.
Sumana, this is absolutely lovely. I’m in love with that first sentence.
The tree is new in each season. The photo is a gorgeous representation of beauty.
Another wonderful piece, Sumana. “How she wears winter with majestic grace!” a lovely, eloquent line of poetry – indeed, there is grace in wearing winter majestically.
Majesty and beauty of a tree described so well .. when I look at a tree now, I shall think of how she wears the seasons
Trees in Autumn, two of my favorite things,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/05/22/trading-vows/
I liked the unexpected views of the tree, and you incorporated the Keats quote beautifully.
I like the idea of celebrating the beauty in all of the changes life brings us, even when the changes can be so dramatic
This is lovely Sumana. The idea of beauty as truth can serve as a deep meditation. I wish I were like a beautiful tree too.
And your work is sheer beauty. 🙂
This piece is like a song! There is a certain beauty to truth and nature, I love trees!
Perfect! There is no other way to look at it ❤ 🙂
a beautiful piece of poetry. 🙂