Alone atop a hill,
an ornamental willow
dances in the breeze.
Long limbs form a lovely gown
that gracefully sweeps the ground.
Adored by the sun,
the willow is not weeping.
She blooms rosily!
April’s first shower has passed;
for the sun alone, she shines.
The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version)
An ornamental tree with willow leaves
upon a promontory stands alone.
In April’s breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves
with fragrance. She is dancing on her own.
I wonder how she came to be at all.
Her roots lie in a solitary place
where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small -
there moving in rain’s aftermath with glee.
In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky.
No longer pallid, he is smiling down
upon the swaying willow. By and by,
Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown.
Her lovely blooms have opened to expose
The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.
"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "
~A Rambling Poet~
A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.
The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
that not everything
is sunlight and blooms
I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
...until I open my eyes
The trees above me
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
my cold being
Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
feeding off from it,
in order to
give back to others
some of them stumble
yet most of them
I am humbled.
I am awed.
Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
from the light,
I look up again
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...
that set off
a chain reaction
--June 11-12 (2011)
in the sun
The skin became the bark of a tree
the soul turning to brittle scars
for uncaring worlds to see.
is a pile of
old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
in the sun
the mind has smoothed over
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place
where watercolors swirled all day,
the heartworms kept at bay.
I'll stay hidden within the briar,
till the jewels of memories sooth
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
...stayed in the sun
Walking by the river.
It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.
I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.
It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.
16 September 2004
O dried up leaf lying there on the ground
Fallen from the top of a sturdy tree
Where you viewed everything that was around
While you bathed in the sunshine's glory
You manufactured food from the sunlight
And together with the help of the roots
Faithfully nourished your parent just right
Creating a sturdy tree bearing fruits
In spring and summer you wore brilliant green
And supplied shade to others from the sun
In autumn you became more colourful
and before winter dropped off one by one
Even now as you lay there on the dirt
Nature must move on in its cyclic line
You shall soon become a part of the earth
And become food for others of your kind
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
A pretty oak sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away
Decorating the tree with flashes of red, black, grey, yellow and white,
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
They sing , chirp, and chatter in harmony of song
As the seasons pass, we live thru heat, drought , cold and rain all year long
I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three
to make their run at the seeds and grain
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall
At winter they covet the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground
The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest
To nurse and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful life
everything is real with very little strife
Among the colorful citizens of this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun
But life changes, very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground
Stuck like glue to the branches are snowflakes
Vibrantly white, glowing, gives more than takes
The sun comes down into a reflection
Bright shining light from its destination
Brilliantly the sun tries to melt the snow
The freezing temperature makes it slow
The sight so bright leaves a lasting image
One that will sure bestow on this visage
The tree's covered in white from head to toe
Holding firm with all its might, that of snow
Creating the perfect scene before me
Matching joy in my heart by what I see
Earth's become a heavenly place of rest
Looking like beauty has produced the best
as sun strips slow
her gown of midnight blue,
caressing warm, the land and sea;
Contest: An American Beauty: Write like Adelaide
Sponsor: Andrea Deitrich
Sun sparkles off the ground where water sits
Inspiration comes from each reflection
The stream goes and flows through some trees and bits
Land covers special portion and section
Trees have golden orange leaves that filled them
Sun sparkles off the ground where water sits
Bushes that remained green are quite the gem
Seems the ground is alive with yellow pits
The sun comes in through the trees with some grit
It illumines not just water, but leaves
Sun sparkles off the ground where water sits
Trees also show off how the red believes
Beauty shines right where I stand looking down
All this land for a King it sure befits
I would surely bring the maker a crown
Sun sparkles off the ground where water sits
The sun reached a low point within the sky
Creating skewed color schemes through the trees
Grass becomes quite darker, I can’t deny
Within the sunlight the highest plant sees
It’s a dark purple where it does imply
The approaching darkness is what achieves
Only little light remained to now show
Showing its last power, holds what we know
The grandeur of a majestic mountain
standing proud against the horizon
with its snow-capped peak
enveloped in fleecy white clouds
against a clear azure blue sky
The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia
towering above the surrounding vegetation
being the largest living thing on earth
its massive trunk over thirty feet wide
with its gnarled rugged beauty
The wondrous artistry of the setting sun
edging the darkened clouds with silver linings
and painting the evening sky
in brilliant colours of the rainbow
mirrored on the ocean's surface below
The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night
with jagged bolts of lightning
that split the darkness
and light up the surroundings
with blinding dazzling intensity
The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall
cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury
smashing into the water below
creating mists of water droplets
that transform the sunlight into a rainbow
Verdant through whispering leaves
And groaning branches.
Wind's tempestuous rhythm
Breathes life into the forest
Rocking and swaying in the breeze
Tree branches are dancing with glee
Such playful action of the trees
So joyous, unfettered and free
Leaves are all rustling and sighing
With a sound like waves of the sea
Like a crescendo that rising
And then subsiding gradually
Leaves that fell to the grass below
Perform their dancing in the air
The breeze tosses them to and fro
Making the show a grand affair
The sun is shining in the sky
Bathing everything in its light
I'm feeling such a glorious high
Gazing at this beautiful sight
The Tree and I
I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies. She was a young oak past her sapling age. Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop. I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug. I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.
a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground
After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk. I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be. No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations.
a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky
Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day.
away from the sun---
a girl smiles
This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by. Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth.
on a young oak---
I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days. A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away. With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.
returns to the lawn---
All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form: haibun (mixture of prose and haiku)
About Ants And Trees
Shadows feed trees first against the suns reflection
Long shadows cast the smallest ants against their majesty
Though diametrically opposed to such strange creatures
Shadows have no interest down below
Insects have no place to go but up
Shadows must first feed trees in shade to give relief
Leave the ants till last
Blistering relentless sun dries the leaves and roots
Saps them of their energy and life
Shadows come on stronger on larger objects
Such as mountains and taller trees
Insects such as ants are far too small
Dodging the light on forest floor
They could be overlooked by these mighty giants standing tall
Trees get their fill of sun and shade and lazy shadows
The smallest ants know not to tamper with perfection
Progress and nature have to wait
When light of day finally finds them scurrying away
Sun will find them early in the morning or late afternoon
On the horizon, that’s when we see the vast and great reflection
When even the smallest ants cast long shadows on the day
Created on 1/04/15 for – “Even The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows”
Open Field - Visual 7
Cries on soft green carpet
Tears rain on branches in the wind
Create on 1/12/15 for – Andrea Dietrich’s “An American Beauty: Write Like Adelaide” Poetry Contest - (cinquain form 2,4,6,8,2 syllable count)
Questions for everyone
Has anybody ever sat?
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games
Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?
Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.
perched on the treetops
iguana closes its eyes
soaking in the sunshine
the new doorkeeper
of this deserted house
- one mister spider
6 am and falling rain
bed! how cosy you feel
On Open Field
Giant oak consumes the landscape girth
Tears come down, gain momentum, form as rain
Sun beams and wind twist it into bands that land
Strike each leaf and branch with spring like action
Between each drop of water and speck of light
There is a story to be told
Grass abounds out there about the tree
Expands for miles to horizons deep in green
Drinks in the sun beams, wind and rain
Nourished and serine
Sings underneath the giant tree
On open field
Do not doubt who you
are or who you can be.
With in us all,
their is a light that
shines with effulgence.
In our heart it shines.
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun
embedded in our core.
We have been fueled with
the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey.
Chasing dreams until the end.
We have been fueled
for the finest hours.
Recognize those powers.
forever remain ours.
We are the reason the sun shines.
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation.
The sun shines to show us
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show
us how beautiful we can be.
The tree never falls to show
us how strong we can be.
All of this we can be.
If we rise our self with the sun.
Leave not your dreams and
Understand it to be beneficial
in the long run.
Make life sweeter than a
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn.
Out run the doubt until you have won.
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers.
So high up in the sky, gazing into
the eyes of success.
Hold your chess and say I am blessed.
Your surroundings you impress.
Suppress, suppress and undress
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address.
This I profess because once
my light was put to the test.
A light I lost in doubt.
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light
shines with effulgence.
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
Stained glass sunset glides
Through winter's leaded branches
Cathedral of trees
Oh, I get such a lovely thrill
looking out from the top of a hill
The view is very heavenly
enchanting me with its beauty
Watching the clouds in the sky
I see them slowly drifting by
Some of them are white and fluffy
making me feel bright and cheery
Some are shaped like animals
A horse, a whale and other mammals
Looking down in the valley below
Trees are bathed with the sunshine's glow
Water in the stream that's flowing
is crystal clear and glistening
Yes, the view from the top of a hill
certainly gives me a lovely thrill
Weeping Willow willow tree,
your graceful branches are all I see.
The dantyest of leaves swaying in the breeze,
the beauty of your fullness stands out from other trees.
As I sit under your bountiful shade,
greatful for your structure the lord has made.
The perfect little place for a mid summer's nap,
as I close my eyes and tip the brim of my hat.
Your home resides in a meadow of butterflies and bees,
like the heart of nature you hold the keys.
Birds use your branches to make nests for their little ones,
while squirrels use you for a playhouse, somewhere to run.
The afternoon sun kisses your leaves so sweet,
this is the place where lovers sometimes meet.
The scene and essence of your bark is pleasant to the eyes,
the very core of your beauty, this is where it lies.
P A L M T R E E D E L I G H T
Written by Catherine Reinke
In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.
My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.
Listen to your arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.
Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.
For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.
But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.
And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.
“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”
Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.
For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree
makes me bush.
Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.
So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.
wickery shadows palish yellow light reflects nest lonesome mistletoe * - An evening view of sunset through the wood line
Streaks of sun through trees
Dewdrops glisten in delight
Birds declare their joy
Why would I swap?
What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.
I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.
While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.
2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.
Rounding Out Reality
Rounding out reality
Dreams fall down on columned nights
Walls fade in golden mist
Swirl into the clarity of day
A kiss is tangible in the distance
Flavored vapors and water come
From the last midnight rain engagement
Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment
Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing
Corridors of trees lead on the wind
Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets
Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest
There is nothing more fragile than my love
Holding on to her is like holding onto time
Sleep rounds out the walls of reality
A golden light on forest green
One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down
And with my love round out reality
Bright, cloudless sunlight
shines down on forest bound lake
while the shadows sing.