Category: trees
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Some leaves’ glide path is smooth gondolas floating in air. Some swing back and forth like cradles. Some spin dizzy. Some resist, rise up on thermals. Some go heavy to ground. All I know is that I’m falling. 11-15-20
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After the storm
How many drums would call us to dance or empty bellies amplify strings strung? How many flutes would the artificer hollow or drum sticks ask a blade to shape their soul? How many castanets would kiss flamenco fingers or wood blocks teach beats in grade school? If storm downed trees told chainsaws, quiet I’m not…
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Haiku – view from my porch looking into the park
gold leaves drift to ground yoga women dip and sway still air waits for rain 11-10-20
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#1 and 2
#2 dead limb falls in woodsrattles leaves of the livingon it’s way to rest #1 there is an echo wind carries from where it’s been sit and be quiet 10-29-20
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sitting in the clammy dew
Out under the trees where groundskeepers never go leaves stand thick around a bench with a cracked slat of faded wood On this foggy bottom morning I carry a notebook, a pen, a new book to read and coffee in my blue cup I sit upon the dewy bench sip warm coffee open the book…
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Under a bush
walk in wet leaves off the paved path listen to muffled rustling empty beer can under a bush why not hold it a bit longer? how many homes for the homeless could the trees in this park build? how many homes sit empty, because banks and landlords want money? need in want of a solution…
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Choking on Colossians 3:18
Last year, you cut the vine choking young trees in your yard Rhythmic sucking sounds haunt trees Leave scars where sap drained from flesh This morning, rotted pieces fell from sky you gather tinder by the wood pile 10-23-26
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haiku as told by a tree
emptiness allows a stretched string to fill a room a drum to keep beat 10-19-20
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two haikus for a limb lying in the grass
lichen covered limb to what heights did you attain before you fell here? I will light your pyre your fragrance to scent my clothes free the glow within 10-13-20
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