I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, American writer
How do you like my pretty dress?
It’s red, as you can plainly see.
In it, I become a princess.
No crown, no robe, no throne for me.
Too soon my leaves are going to flee
And all my branches will be bare.
So share my joy with utter glee
And when I’m nude, try not to stare!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
Honestly? I didn’t expect to be laughing at 5:45 in the morning, but I am. That’s a great ending, and a fun poem. The tree is pretty darned glorious, too. That kind of color is soul-stirring!
I had you laughing at 5:45 a.m.?? Wow, mission accomplished — thanks for telling me, Linda!
This is my first read of my new day. I was smiling from the start, then chuckled at the end. Love the analogy of a dress.
Thanks so much, Frank. I’m delighted that my poem and photo got your day off to a nice start!
🙂 …. and give our yukky weather today, that made the positive start even better.
Our Sunday was dreary, too. However, it’s making up for it today — cold but clear!
Oh Debbie, what a delightful poem!
And this literally made me laugh out loud….
“And when I’m nude, try not to stare!”
It’s ironic that you posted this today because I was in the park yesterday and noticed how bright and vivacious the leaves were on the trees. We got a pretty late start on the colorful foliage this year, however, it’s making up for it now.
Thanks for starting my Sunday off with a smile. Have a superb day, my friend! X
P.S. Beautiful photograph!
Oh, Ron, I knew you’d see the humor in this one! You and I tend to feel that trees are “people” with limbs, bark, and leaves. Just imagine how awful it must feel knowing your dazzling outer garments are going to be stripped right off you, leaving you stark naked for the world to see! xo
Gorgeous tree! Loved the poem… I guess this means you won’t be posting nudes of the princess? Never contemplated trees in the buff before — something to ponder on my next walk in the woods. 🙂
This is one of my neighbor’s trees, Barbara, and it was simply stunning. Of course, just a few days after I snapped its picture, the poor thing had turned back into a stick. (And I didn’t have the heart to rub it in with a side-by-side shot of the nude, ha!)
Everything up here is nude, I’ll try not to stare when We go out today.
You know, Dawn, sometimes even the bare trees can be beautiful and artsy. Still, this maple was majestic in both color and shape, and catching the sun shining on it just right made for a decent photo. Just dumb luck!
Laughing out loud! Have NEVER thought of trees as nude before when they lose their leaves. Good one, Debbie!
Seriously?? Oh, I do … all the time! Perhaps I personify trees because I empathize with them so much. All decked out in splendid array one day, then stripped bare the next. Even if they know they’re going to have a new dress in the spring, there must be something distressing over the experience.
I call the bare limbs skeletons. 😁
Very clever — I like that!
I love this! 😀 The trees are still half dressed here, showing a bit of fall modesty, but I doubt that will last long.
I’m surrounded by a LOT of sticks, Robin! Not too bad visually on a sunny day, but it brings out the introspection when it’s cloudy and cold. Thanks for stopping by!
Great poem, Debbie.Had to laugh at the end. Super photo too.
Aw, John, I’m so glad you liked it! Thanks for telling me!
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What a stunner! I must be an artist…I see a lot of beauty in the nude form. 😉
Eliza, you MUST be an artist! Actually, I like the bare form, but I like it better on sunny days. Today’s cloudy and dreary, when I’d prefer the reds, golds, and oranges of Autumn for their cheer-up factor!
I’m from the land of red maples and love them especially in autumn. Very nice photo and poem.
I’m so glad to hear you liked them both, Natalie! It wasn’t long after I got this picture that the maple was bare.
HUGE smile on my face, Debbie. Gorgeous picture and I love the humor in your poem. Thank you! xo
I’m happy you liked them, Amy! It was fun writing the poem, and I couldn’t resist taking the photo when I noticed this tree fairly glistening in my neighbor’s yard!
That shade of red is spell-binding!
I loved it! Especially the last line!
HaHa, thank you, Ann — nice being able to make folks grin!