Tree

August 12, 2021August 12, 2021

The Chestnut Tree

There is a behemoth of a Chestnut tree
now standing alongside my broken road
amidst the passage of time it’s seen it all
never made to fall nor can it be budged

houses built long ago now aged with time
gardens planted and many fences built
between slats of a fence it does not bow
with heavy boughs it’s always stood witness

whilst the wind is causing its’ branches
to bend & sway in rhythmic dances
you can hear the rustling of chestnuts
like tiny instruments softly stirring

waiting for another day another year
to find their freedom is in their falling
each twisting round in another season
to tumble soundlessly to the ground

October 21, 2018

A Murder In The Fog

A murder of crows
flocking in fog
atop a chestnut tree

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Murder In The Fog

November 20, 2016September 2, 2017

You wait beneath
drought parched land
he stiffens
as bent curved tree
detail memory fades
once sharp pinpoint light
emanated by moonbeams
he sees my feet as yours
your face I see in a mirror
the years bring you close
as you wait

This was posted for Jamie Dede’s Wed Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2016/11/16/for-mrs-whitman-a-poem. I am not sure if my piece hits the mark of her prompt as she talks about the writing of a fond memory and juxtaposition. For me that happened recently when I visited dad and even with dementia he saw the likeness between my feet and mom’s (now passed away) and was touched. Even with my aging I find mother in my features, especially my eyes and expressions, and know that youth is always there. If you would like to participate in her Wed prompt and look for them weekly please pay her a visit and enter your poem in Linky.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

wait-for-him

January 17, 2014January 17, 2014

Gifts They Brought Me*

pussy willows fallen from
the pussy will tree
dandelions plucked
with small hands freed
no longer unwanted
the gifts they brought me

faces stained with hints
of blackberry juice
smiles shining, wide eyes
from a berry picking sleuth
containers nearly emptied
the gifts they brought me

stories written about family
clay ash trays, a mobile too
a card on mother’s day
the sound of music playing
to fill my heart & soul
the gifts they brought me

even the laughter & tears
the many unsaid hopes & fears
days filled with moments
none of them ever dull
& the best thing brought me
the gift of themselves

Image Taken From http://morguefile.com

My children and grandchildren are a huge part of my life and without them there would be a huge gap, a hole to large to ever fill. There have been joys and sorrows and challenges throughout the years but I would never trade any of it for the experiences I have shared with them have shaped my life and the person I am.

November 3, 2013November 3, 2013

Germantown Walnuts

walnut trees growing
in Germantown, PA
as I walked beneath
their leafy boughs
another time & space

I knew how it felt
to touch their
rough tree bark &
believed I could climb
upon a branch &
share with singing lark

for she brought them
into her kitchen
to share in baking song
& made them part & parcel
to bring us all along

her memory of growing up
as she walked
beneath their shade
baking smells embracing
in Germantown, PA

My grandmother was raised in Germantown, PA and came to live on the West Coast as a teenager. Walnut trees grow in abundance there and so using them in baking became part of her tradition. There was rarely anything that did not have them in it and her coffee table always had a variety of nuts in the shell to wait for someone to crack them open.

Image is My Art/Colored Pencil, Pastel, Digital Enhancement

September 22, 2013

Catching Particles

Google Image

splintered wood from
a lightning struck tree
catching particles
of afternoon sun

like reflections
of another self
transformed in
Alice’s looking-glass

catching particles
of colored prisms
the waterfall dances
over time’s precipice

& the dragonfly is seen
catching particles
of each ray of sun
season of summer done

June 19, 2013June 19, 2013

Lavender & Whippoorwills

Google Image

nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

whose song bids me
follow the spirit
of you
entwined as we are
in consummate truth

i see you dancing
beneath the elm tree
with boughs your
dance partner
forever & free

as you slip transparent
from my view
the music plays softly
as it is never adieu

from the lemon bush
filtering meringue
soft dreams
to the orange orchard
citrus scenes

i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the dance…
taste of cinnamon cinders

nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

April 22, 2013April 22, 2013

Orchestrated by Spring

Google Image of Tulip Fields in Washington

purple hyacinths ascend first
to lead the way for
golden daffodils and in
their wake give way to a
multi colored spectrum
of aspiring tulips

all blooming beneath the
white blossoms of the
pear tree and the
pink blossoms of the
formidable cherry tree
waving flowered boughs

while the wind scatters
their petals like bits of
party confetti
they are all a part of
nature’s entertaining
musical endowment

paying homage to life
where each flower that
blooms and wanes becomes
the notes amidst a
tumultuous crescendo
orchestrated by Spring

http://dversepoets.com/category/spring-poem/

March 15, 2013

Lone Chickadee

Altered Google Image

seeing
budding tree tops
with promises of life
a lone chickadee heralds songs
singing

I don’t normally do form poetry but was a bit taken in by Tony’s prompt and explanation so thought I’d give it a try. My take on a Cinquain.

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/cinquain/

January 8, 2013

Tendrils

ivy winds ’round tree trunks
clinging to tree bark as
though hanging on for life
not even the strongest wind
can sever ties of tendrils

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com. Small Stone #7.