Saturday, May 25, 2024

"Big Old Cottonwood" a Poem by Imogene Bolls






        Elder RiverSoul, emeritus professor of biology, keeps the memory of his deceased wife Imogene alive through readings of her published poetry.  

      RiverSoul explains the inspiration for "Big Old Cottonwood" comes from "the house my parents bought, moved onto a lot in Onaga (Kansas), under a huge cottonwood tree, and completely renovated.  When the tree blew down in a big wind and rain storm, I counted 99 annual growth rings.  Mother lived many years of her widowhood in that house. "

                             
                             Big Old Cottonwood 

                            They bought the lot because it stood
                             to shield them from Kansas storms.
                             Little did they know how much
                             there'd be to shield against.

                             Sturdy-trunked, rough-barked, its
                             dark limbs climbing one another
                             through light shimmer of leaves:
                             no other tree grieves quite so well.

                             Framed by this sill stark
                             as a Wyeth window, it stands
                             against the losses of a lifetime:
                             a skeleton of tree-house hanging on;
                             the skin off bold, young knees, now grown...
                             to the death-closed mouth of him
                             who chose and loved and cursed 
                             all in the same breath
                             its very size that defies pruning.
                        
                             And now, still, even in this gentle
                             summer breeze, it moves as if to shelter
                             her who, mourning, stands bereft, alone
                             against uncompromising sun, the wind
                             and rain and hail: the sting of days.

                             Life asks enough, even of trees.

                             
--submitted by Elder RiverSoul

"Big Old Cottonwood" appears in Earthbound, Bottom Dog Press, 1989. 
Image by Lynn Greyling from Pixabay    

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