Hymn of the Fallen Tree

Let me rest among these giant souls that stand
where trees once stood.

Here, greens break into blacky-blues and dragonflies
and dusts of beetle dung grow old withal.

Let me rest among the salmonberry and the tumblewood
of cotton, ash and hemlock, fir and cedar.

And let the wind stir of pine above the fall reawaken me
in early greens and sapling dress, anon.


This poem is an allegory. Published in: “souls arriving” 2006 as title “Tumblewood”: “Between Music and Dance” 2013: “Letter to the White Imbongi” 2013: “The Footprint Press” 2014: “3201 e’s” 2018.

4 Replies to “Hymn of the Fallen Tree”

  1. P.H. “Oh Boy! That stirs Soul! A mighty allegory.

    L.T. “That’s sooo lovely.”

    L.E.G. “Really like this Kevin!”

    P.H.H. “Oh my God! So beautiful. I’m in tears!


  2. VLBENNETT–“UKRAINIAN VICTORY TO ALL OF UKRAINE!” @vicklbennett, 2022: “A marvelous woodland poem, Kevin. All the observation and the images are so soothing and remind me so much of family walks through the woods when I was young. There would be a place to be buried when one has to go!”

  3. Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad @oormilaprahlad, 2022: “Kevin, this is so beautiful! Greens break into blacky-blues and dragonflies evokes a ‘bokeh’ effect. Wow! And I feel like I can smell the wood in lines 5&6 ☺️ I also love the promise of unbroken existence – the tree has fallen, but it will “reawaken”. Gorgeous “hymn.”

  4. From βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi, 2015, “Lovely write!”

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