Poetry on Trees

Poetry can be elusive and yet, it can be precise and exquisite at the same time. It can take your breath away.

I am not a poet, but my grandmother Margaret Kay was a published poet and that always remained a mystery to me. She could get lost in the rhythm of poetry which seemed a great escape from the world. She could develop a story or image in a few lines that was as powerful as a epic novel.

Somehow I began my own journey into writing poetry. I didn't know where my thoughts would take me, but I noticed I found inspiration everywhere. It felt like poetry was all around me, waiting to be written

One day recently, I shared a poem with a friend in the woods and met a fellow poet who let me know that he sometimes puts poetry on trees to share with travelers. He offered to add my poem to his woods. This was a very kind gesture, as he is a professional poet and academic.

I like to think somewhere there is a stranger in the woods of New Hampshire that smiled at my poem and recognized something familiar.

Thanks for reading...

Jennifer Elwell O'Donnell