In 1984 my fiancé wrote in her journal that "the trees are wearing taffeta tonight". A great line, one I found very moving. 30 years later I was finally able to build a poem around it.
God i loved this so much. Thank you for sharing. So powerful. Seeing Laurie dancing with you. holding you in her sweet embrace. <3 day has come again. Thank you thank you. a new day to live
Thanks for reading Megan. My son returned from 4 years in the military a fairly broken man. He's been with us since November of 2019. I look forward to sending him your way. A good witch once did miracles for me.
<3 I’m sorry to hear that and I hope our time together will help. Sending a big hug and blessing for you and your whole family as you support each other.
My dearest Wes, Thank you for building a "home" for that one line of poetry. This endeavor resulted in the marriage of two of your skills: carpentry & creativity!
For those who are interested in a bit more back story, the journal was kept during the summer of 1984 when I was 23years old. I was on a 3 week wilderness adventure participating in an Outward Bound course (based out of Hurricane Island on the Maine coast near Camden). It was a week each of sailing (&/or rowing, depending on the wind), white water canoeing, & mountain hiking. I wrote "The trees are wearing taffeta tonight" as an observation based on the sounds I was hearing in the moment. That line was actually written during a 3 day "solo" when I was literally left alone on an unoccupied island to fend for myself with only the following items: 1 plastic tarp, a length of rope, a gallon of water, & 5 matches! There was plenty of time for observing the wilderness & engaging all of my senses, something my husband does very well every day.
Thanks Lori. The wind up here can often hit 70-80 mph and the trees really get going. The moon was out, sitting just like the poem and the Big Dipper even last night was sitting on the flat top of Moose Mountain.
This is really wonderful, Weston! That line was the perfect heart of a poem, and you've painted a marvelous vision around it.
thanks Amy. We both love a landscape thing with loads of personality.
Love this. I can totally picture, smell and hear it!
thanks Jennifer. what more could I ask, nothing.
Such exquisite imagery. Made even more so by the love flowing through it as powerfully as the wind in those pines.
thanks Patris. It is lovely to be understood. It is true that I am in love with trees.
That paints a wonderful picture 🖼️
God i loved this so much. Thank you for sharing. So powerful. Seeing Laurie dancing with you. holding you in her sweet embrace. <3 day has come again. Thank you thank you. a new day to live
Thanks for reading Megan. My son returned from 4 years in the military a fairly broken man. He's been with us since November of 2019. I look forward to sending him your way. A good witch once did miracles for me.
<3 I’m sorry to hear that and I hope our time together will help. Sending a big hug and blessing for you and your whole family as you support each other.
My dearest Wes, Thank you for building a "home" for that one line of poetry. This endeavor resulted in the marriage of two of your skills: carpentry & creativity!
For those who are interested in a bit more back story, the journal was kept during the summer of 1984 when I was 23years old. I was on a 3 week wilderness adventure participating in an Outward Bound course (based out of Hurricane Island on the Maine coast near Camden). It was a week each of sailing (&/or rowing, depending on the wind), white water canoeing, & mountain hiking. I wrote "The trees are wearing taffeta tonight" as an observation based on the sounds I was hearing in the moment. That line was actually written during a 3 day "solo" when I was literally left alone on an unoccupied island to fend for myself with only the following items: 1 plastic tarp, a length of rope, a gallon of water, & 5 matches! There was plenty of time for observing the wilderness & engaging all of my senses, something my husband does very well every day.
Incredibly image-rich. Loved the dance, but maybe even more how you took these words and built on them 3 decades on.
Now that's a dance.
thanks for that Arjan, you gave me what all poets crave at heart, to be read, understood and appreciated.
Love the movement of this piece ! 🌳
Thanks Lori. The wind up here can often hit 70-80 mph and the trees really get going. The moon was out, sitting just like the poem and the Big Dipper even last night was sitting on the flat top of Moose Mountain.