A tree is something marvellous;
Within its bark, lives a living soul.
A tree is something quite mysterious.
God, in his wisdom, did the tree recycle
Into many, many useful commodities.
The most versatile thing a tree can be
Is a book for the entire world to read.
A book is the tree’s true destiny.
For this purpose it grows from one small seed.
As a book a tree lives on forever
A thing of beauty that all can treasure.
-Mary Aris ©2012
A Writer's Journal is my own personal literary journal full of stories, ideas,tidbits of information about my writing
Friday, 14 September 2012
Monday, 10 September 2012
Jeanette Hornby Books: Love is a Rose - A Poem by Mary Aris
Jeanette Hornby Books: Love is a Rose - A Poem by Mary Aris: Love is but a delicate rose That adorns the earth with grace. Love is an exotic flower, I suppose, A child of Venus, dres...
Friday, 7 September 2012
The Weaving Widow
A widow dressed in black attire
Silently upon a wooden stool
Sat weaving by the light of the fire.
Diligently, daintily she worked the spool.
Throughout the night the silky skein she spun,
Into an intricately, delicate design.
I, in the corner, stared as the clock stroke one;
She wove her yarn the hue of deep ermine.
She wore eight pairs of glasses upon her head
The better to see the work she had begun;
An aura of mystery hung o’er head
As night turned into day her work was done.
I gazed at this masterpiece in awe
Gleaming like virgin snow upon my door.
Written Aug 30 © Mary Aris, All rights reserved
Silently upon a wooden stool
Sat weaving by the light of the fire.
Diligently, daintily she worked the spool.
Throughout the night the silky skein she spun,
Into an intricately, delicate design.
I, in the corner, stared as the clock stroke one;
She wove her yarn the hue of deep ermine.
She wore eight pairs of glasses upon her head
The better to see the work she had begun;
An aura of mystery hung o’er head
As night turned into day her work was done.
I gazed at this masterpiece in awe
Gleaming like virgin snow upon my door.
Written Aug 30 © Mary Aris, All rights reserved
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