Category: trees
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Epsom salts
Sitting on the porch scalding my feet in Epsom salts. Rocking back and forth in an old chair. Lamenting the sacrifice of the tree. Wondering what other pieces were torn from its corpse. Does it mourn the loss of siblings living in other homes or that fell off the dock at the furniture store. Sitting…
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haiku of the leaf
caught in the moment between release from the twig and tumbling to ground 8-8-25
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Goose pond
Every year I watch you from across the pond put on a green coat, wave your hands in the sky, stand summer strong in the wind, don yellow and autumn gold, go naked for a winter bath, before you dress for spring, again. Do you watch me come each morning, prayers on finger tips slowly…
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Above the tree line
(“I exist in two places, here and where you are.” Margaret Atwood) I built my cabin in the mountains. Friends bring me provisions. I cook them dinner. We talk until they are bored and descend again among the living. I remain alone to feed above the tree line pulling sustenance from thin air. 4-18-25
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Spring haiku
grooving in sunshine on the ground and in the trees light and shadow dance 4-14-25
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Blue daylight
blue daylight drowns horizon’s fire only to re-ignite in the west it burns below the edge of the world and re-appears in a burst flame in eastern skies before it drowns again in blue, blue daylight 4-1-25
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Growing a tree
If leaf and root learn to amiably communicate they may understand one another the leaf could gather more light to feed the root and prepare the tree to survive the coming storm and save them all 5-14-23
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Haiku of Hoosier in the land of cotton
late, leafing, green tree ya ain’t from ’round here are ya? never quite accepted 5-9-23
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Focus
Some days all you see is dirty brown pond water focus on the attribute of reflection green trees and blue skies 5-3-23
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