Eleanor Lawrie, Author

This lovely painting by Birgie Ludlow was produced as her interpretation of my poem.

Mist and Magic

Eleanor Lawrie

At the end of the meadow is a stand of trees

Tall and graceful, imposing with ease.

In mist and magic, they seem to sleep

But noble branches a watch do keep.

They beckon, they call, they sing and sigh:

Come closer, come hither, do not fly;

Here is a shelter, a haven sublime,

Enfolding, surrounding for all of time.

Stripped of leaves, an upward thrust

Joining the clouds, presenting a trust

That all is together, all is one

Harmony for Earth and Moon and Sun.

Majestic, imposing, magnificent limbs

Deliver a chorus of crooning hymns.

All who can hear, absorb the sweet sound:

Tranquillity, love all around.

Noble and steadfast, through ages they live

Never to take but eternal to give

Ethereal joy, deep, heaven-sent

Exudes perfect peace; all is content.

Our event, which took place April 7, 2016, had 18 participants. Nine each writers and painters. The complete show is dazzling! It’s a unique and wonderful way to bring two groups of creative people together.