Circle Tree

After the rain the
circle tree curled
its branches deep in the wood
Caught out attention as we passed
as to kindred spirits it should

Redwood

The tree was so majestic
and very, very tall
So when I stood beneath it
I felt very, very small
The mass of green above me
with branches spreading wide
overpowered my senses
and I felt small inside

HAIKU: MY HEART IS A TREE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

My heart is a tree

The Purple Tree

The tree was purple, all lit up
in the middle of the night
Came across it suddenly
all shiny there and bright

The Acorn’s Wish

The acorn doesn’t worry much.
It wants to be a tree.
But if it feels a squirrel’s touch,

The flower tree

Overlooking Falmer
we found a flower tree
High on top of Sussex Hill
quite unexpectedly

The Dipping Bough (An Autumn Poem)

She has hung onto her children, cradled and loved them.

The wind sometimes whipped them, and the rain beat them down,
but by the strength of her arm, and the tenderness of her fingers,
so she has kept them secure and well fed.

Beaten

A tree was beaten, but not dead.

Branches were twisted, leaves flopped.

A new home

His family had lived
in the same place for years
Safe from harm’s way
with no worries or fears
Foraging for food
in the gardens around
Then up to the homestead
up high above ground

Queen of the Forest

 

The Knightwood Oak stands tall and proud
as it has for centuries now
Six hundred years it has been here
withstanding time somehow

And as I stood beside its girth
and looked up at its height
I heard the ages echo there
Faced with this wondrous sight

A new tree

Last year the tree outside our house
got ill and sadly died
And when they said they would replace it
I fear we thought they’d lied
But then to our amazement
just the other day
A little sapling tree appeared
in its place across the way

Chestnut

 

In Buckingham’s expansive green
Stands an ancient chestnut tree
Its gnarled and massive girth attests
to the ages it has seen

As a sapling it was planted
two hundred years ago
To line the driveway leading
to the grand house portico

Tropical

 

There’s a tree outside my window
But I’m not sure if it’s real
For it ‘grows’ inside the building
Which is a little bit surreal

The Wedding Tree

 

In a glade of bright green
the Wedding tree stood
Posing for pictures
as only it could
We found it perchance
just wandering by
amongst all the beeches
and conifers high

Roots, Deep

I have roots, deep
Do I need permission
To hold this soil, my mother
Who is mine

One: Trinet Poem

Poetry challenge, Trinet poem.
 
 

Life, branched
Truth, trunked
Need we a branch, hold firm
Need we spaces, to find another
Holed paper
Rough, smooth
Opaque, transparent

Tree Of Life

thoughts, but leaves
to fall off gently
upon the ground

A Soil For Free

in the blink of an eye
humans so multiply
reaching earth’s corners
yet turning into loners

We Are Trees

With due respect to Peter’s format. I love it

We are trees
Meant to be firm
Look high towards the sky
With roots strong
Deep within

Christmas Time

Christmas poem: challenge.

Christmas time is near,
Time with loved ones dear.
Unwrapping pandemonium
Of wishes granted clear.
Baubles on the tree,
A happy sight to see.
Glitter, tinsel, jingle bells
Happy to decorate are we.

Weeping willow

(‘Peaceful’ by Dave Mills, via Fine Art America)

She weeps not in her own sorrow

Often though she does not of sadness at all

Tears are salty and wet

Not tainted by emotion

Only until after being spilt

So in her great xylem,

A warm lake waits calmly

So by drops

They would sprinkle forth

As she heaves and sways

Her delicate boughs

Owl

Photo from Facebook

All is still and all is white

Calm reigns in this morning light

The weather turned and is so cold

I’m tired too if truth be told.

A sudden flurry of the thickest snow

I thought I’d rest as not far to go

I sheltered here in this lonely tree

Hidden away so you would not see.

December

Well what a month, busy for sure –
Buying the presents, the food and more.
I’ve cleaned the house and made the beds
And decked the tree with balls of red.

The cards were sent in the very last post
Maybe this year I’ve sent the most?
The gifts are wrapped, although I confess
Rather hurried so a bit of a mess!