Many are the Maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green
Now rest, now sleep Maples sweet
Gather your memories of Spring, Summer and Fall close and dream
February 3, 2012
Copyright © Broken Wings
Touching the sky
Reaching new heights
Copyright © Emma H
Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm
Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.
5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.
Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic' contest
Copyright © Peter Duggan
Tree house is a house of forefathers
Roses beautify bed together
Enlisting its use which no one bother
Empty envy, loving hearts rather
Humidify the clay moulded by porter
Oath we should take either
Useful for future said by author
sensible use which do not destruct weather
Eternal joy of protecting it is wonder.
Copyright © vrushani thaker
Falling snowflakes like delicate lace, and
Every tree is draped in pure white
Beyond my window pane . . .
Relentlessly drop these gifts from God
Utterly beautiful this time of year . . .
And the wind wails like violins, with the
Rhapsody of chirping birds
Yellow, in a snow covered tree
August 8, 2015
My birthday - February 1
For the contest, Birthday Month Acrostic
Sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot
Copyright © Broken Wings
Natural branches sit empty among the lonely pine
Old leaves have fallen from every branch and vine
Vegetation is unable to live, unable to grow
Everyday we can feel the cold wind's blow
Many hunters go out looking for wild prey
Before the bright morning, before the end of day
Every year we have a feast of thanksgiving
Remembering why we must keep on living
Birth date: November 20, 1984
Composition date: August 10, 2015
Copyright © James Cottrell
Mighty tree, it is that time of year.
All your leaves must fall down.
People know about your sap so sweet.
Love the way it tastes. It’s great to eat.
Every year, autumn must come around.
This is another fall, but do not fear.
Rest you must until spring reappears.
End must come for your leaves that were green.
Either they are brown or red when on the ground.
August 27, 2012
Copyright © Robert Pettit
Balletic in stretch
Roots far away from her
Aspen, her tree
Noon is exciting her, but
Chaste for ever
Happy to be
Copyright © Julia Ward