russell_snow
Poem Published
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
The Tree Outside a Child's Window
My child is not even a year old
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
#childhood
#trees
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
26th Jun 2018 3:55am
26th Jun 2018 3:55am
THE SONG OF THE CRICKETS
Take me to the Old Orchard Tree
Where the crickets sing happily free
Their song is music to my deafened ears
Deafened by silence when there’s nothing to hear.
My ears suffer violence
When surrounded by silence
For even silence carries a sound
I wish not to find or be found.
Stop silence’s high-pitched ringing
Take me to where the crickets are singing
Surround me with music; bury my ears with sounds
Hide me away where silence and I cannot be bound.
...
Where the crickets sing happily free
Their song is music to my deafened ears
Deafened by silence when there’s nothing to hear.
My ears suffer violence
When surrounded by silence
For even silence carries a sound
I wish not to find or be found.
Stop silence’s high-pitched ringing
Take me to where the crickets are singing
Surround me with music; bury my ears with sounds
Hide me away where silence and I cannot be bound.
...
#trees
#nature
17 reads
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 11:37am
29th Dec 2018 11:37am
"A" haikus
we avoid the looks
the arch cherry tree in March
near-by Arlington
anarchy aglow
pear tree to nowhere April
plane trip over lines
avail and anvil
our apple blossoms smear May
down in Wenatchee
appease the in-laws
June eats a plum pie by Lake
Coeur d’Alene
amends of the heart
makes the art of July green
over cherry trees
the arch cherry tree in March
near-by Arlington
anarchy aglow
pear tree to nowhere April
plane trip over lines
avail and anvil
our apple blossoms smear May
down in Wenatchee
appease the in-laws
June eats a plum pie by Lake
Coeur d’Alene
amends of the heart
makes the art of July green
over cherry trees
#marriage
#conflict
#family
#trees
#haiku
20 reads
6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
24th Feb 2019 5:45am
Survival
Carnage in the forest, smashed
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
bushes from the snow, gone
by the sun's breath, clinging
in the shadows of avoidance.
The battlefield of feathers,
white dotted with brown
versus the purple iridescent,
tumbling as evidence down trail
on trial by a jury of stalks.
These smart, red, berries jerk
the sight, salvia pours or arids.
We learned from them, STOP.
#trees
#birds
#nature
23 reads
15 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 9:56pm
5th Feb 2025 9:56pm
Shin-rin Yoku Too!
Sun bathing
One tends to get a nice tan
To much sun
One goes lobster!
Shin-rin Yoku (tree bathing)
I spent to long under the leaves
And turned green!
this experience
Left me feeling jaded!
by Jemia
One tends to get a nice tan
To much sun
One goes lobster!
Shin-rin Yoku (tree bathing)
I spent to long under the leaves
And turned green!
this experience
Left me feeling jaded!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 9:19am
24th Feb 2025 9:19am
When Fall Comes to New England
John Denver saw fire in the Colorado sky, but I've seen it in the trees of New England and didn’t need to be high to see it.
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
#fall
#nature
#trees
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rosegold
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
Fruitless Season
Fruit sweet and ripe, out for the picking:
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#regret #trees
#regret #trees
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
Of Leaves and Other Debris
Along the path of amber hue
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
#fall
#forest
#narrative
#nature
#trees
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