Category: trees
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water’s edge
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”He builds his water-world And lives in splintered Trees with bark unfurled.” from the poem, ‘Castor Canadensis’ from the chapbook, ‘Earth Gospel’ 2019 by Tamara Miles ======================================== Let’s you and I walk a water’s edge and talk of gnawed tree trunks pointing at the sky of tree corpses pulled through nettles and vines of water…
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Sycamore ants
In our back yard at the base of a sycamore tree lived brown ants – I would feed them cake crumbs and cinnamon sugar toast on sunny summer afternoons Watch them swarm and carry it away dry days, I would sprinkle water on the ground evenings, I watched them crawl up the bark higher than…
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A Pleasant Thursday Afternoon Reverie
Wouldn’t it be nice if the coming storm began at the west edge of our yard and blew all the tired green leaves it strips from our trees out our yard and into the park for the city to gather and discard and wouldn’t it be nice if Prima Donald resigned and moved to Russia…
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Leave your shoes by the door
This morning no rooster crowed to remind you of your denials All the times you turned your head and averted eyes Shortly after dawn a crow called from an oak warning you Of a coming storm trees stripped bare limbs broken Clogged storm drains yard full of mud holes in the roof revealed 10-15-19
My husband's poetry 