Loner Magazine - Something Old, Something New

Something Old, Something New

City Trees

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade
Out of shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.

Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air
I watch you when the wind has come—
I know what sound is there.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

tree path


This life shared by a tree
Lonesome in a small city
Beckoning, I spent moments with her
And they ultimately filled my soul
Up to the top
Up again, because I was out of myself
Out of my mind
And hope

She stood tall and gathered me up after the terrors
That reigned over me
And in her arms I was able to see the light
However dim
However faint
I was cradled and nestled in safety and power
And that power seeped into my veins
And now I walk with a firm step
And the world turns around me
You will know my name by the end of this century
Or at least, you will know my love

Kate Sherbo, 2014

‚ÄčKate is a wild and wily lady with a penchant for words and fiery spirits (whiskey included). She studies psychology, poetry, art and music in all their forms and fashions. Spirituality and individuality are the cornerstones of her contributions. Currently, she resides in beautiful Portland, Oregon and continues on her journey by reading and writing daily.