“The Promise of Trees”

The Promise of Trees
by Lucy Berry

In flaming colour and umber murmur
of terracotta-rusted glamour
we speak our sunset-streaked vermilion valour
of wordless dying.

In city streets and ducal parkland,
on urban squares and heath and moor
we make again the promise which we pledged each year before:
that dying is…. nothing

Trust us.
This mere one fire failing, solely, one greenness-ailing
is the great-cycle, grand-sadness of one season’s farewell bidding
phoenix foliage ridding
our sturdy selves of another verdant year
the sloughing, shrugging, shedding of the necessary tear

Trust us;
this amber-plumed, ochre pyre
is heart to the promise we give;
that we die and are mourned and are lost.
But that next year we live.

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6 Responses to “The Promise of Trees”

  1. Caroline says:

    That’s an interesting poem. Who is Lucy Berry?

    • She’s a poet and minister living in Plymouth, England. I Googled her and learned that she has a website on WordPress: http://lucyberry.com/

      I found this poem by sheer happenstance while perusing a British photography site. Someone had just heard her read the poem on BBC Radio (where she was a poet-in-residence) and posted it.

  2. 36x37 says:

    The last two lines are so striking. Lovely.

    And lovely photo. Of course.

  3. Caroline says:

    Thanks for the link. The poem made me really curious and I will read others of her. An interesting woman.

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