Trees are humble.
They do not complain
Nor try to control
Outside forces.
Trees bend, break,
Blossom, leaf and
Fold in naturally,
Cyclically.
Trees live simply.
They drink water,
Take in nutrients from
The earth, the air, the sun.
Trees are not arrogant.
They do not gossip.
They are adorned with
The beauty of esteem.
Rooted, stretching,
Upward, outward,
Trees stand in accord
With themselves and nature.
Welcome to the official website of Rita Coleman, poet and nature photographer.
Rita Coleman senses “the wild rumble of sky/ and earth before it rattles the bones of the living.” She sees human beings as “tribes of stars . . . in the blue knowing.” She challenges the mythical Narcissus to find “mirrored passion . . . rather than the shallow reflection of his face in a pond.” Her spare and surprising lines bring sunshine into the depth of our existence.
–David Lee Garrison, Author of Playing Bach in the DC Metro
Rita, what a beautiful, calm, serene, poem. I love this and will post a copy of it on my fridge.
Love the web page and the photographes. Always enjoy reading the thought provoking poems.