Mother Tree



Mother tree


cradled me.

In the billows of steamy transit

whilst time etched a nebulous

reality in ancient air.

And now

you are

holding me



warm cool hands,


grounding me.

Like dirt and stars and love and god,

your grace becomes me.

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

28 thoughts on “Mother Tree

  1. Very beautiful, feels like from a perspective of a bird the nest and the tree keeping her safe and sound


  2. Mother tree, is a wonderful description. Strong roots, always there under God’s watch full eyes. Watching her children fly away in the fall and return in the spring. beautiful poem.


  3. Trees, nature and motherhood are my favorite themes in poetry that it’s starting to be a challenge to find ways to express them in new ways. I like that line” whilst time etched a nebulous reality into ancient air.”


  4. Perhaps my view is more literal, but this makes me glad I’m a mother and I hope my sons feel this way about how I love them. Thank you Oh Silver One!


    1. it is yours, however you view it is perfect. The line that goes ‘warm, cool hands’ is a literal reference to the feeling i remember of my mothers hands on my forehead or face whenever I was sick or needed her. xx


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