Category: trees
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Gaelic dreams
From a cloudless sky lightning strikes a tree, splits it down the middle, strips its bark, leaves it naked on the bank. No fairy queen rises up above the water. No daughter nymph of a river god brought you a sword, bid you to be strong, save the world from impending doom. You stand alone…
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Lessons I learned from trees
no matter the girth of your trunk, the thickness of your bark, the depth of your roots if you lean too far to the right, too far to the left, too far forward or too far back, the heady weight of your branches will gather up the wind and snap you off at your base…
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Thick and muddy
This morning the pond is thick and muddy; turtles still must extend their heads above the water to breathe. Geese teach goslings how to swim and dive for food. Mallards rest quiet on shore, while cattails grow slender and tall. Trees shake last night’s rain upon my head as I count the name of Light…
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The Tree
There is a tree in my dreams. You’ve seen it, too. It sits on a ridge silhouetted against the sky. They use the same tree in dozens of movies. A protagonist sits there waiting to be found by someone who will gift them the resolve to go on. I want to go there, sit under…
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Sacrifice
All season long Winter prepares for Spring, pushes stubborn leaves from their perch so new ones have a place to grow. Some fall on grass, some on moss, some on naked ground, and some fall into the fire. They sizzle for a moment before they’re gone. The others will be pushed to the curb for…
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For lack of sunlight
the tree in our yard no longer green rains gold from the sky seesawing back and forth on its way to ground beautiful in the moment it’s not dead only changed awaits transition leaves turn palms up supplicate the wind to carry it away 11-20-25
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haiku prayer
morning sun through trees chases night’s dew from spider webs moisture weeps to ground 9-14-25
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meditation haiku
in dark shadowed woods morning light filters bright green one leaf floats to ground 9-13-25
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