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
Submitted to the contest, Best Short Acrostic Poem
Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013
Touching the sky
Reaching new heights
Copyright © Emma H | Year Posted 2012
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2010
Only Nature can make an organic tree.
Releasing poisons are forbidden you see.
Get out of the way, give nature a hand,
And let bees do their jobs upon the land.
Not every fruit will be pretty, but youy’ll say,
“I’ll take one ‘cos man didn’t get in the way.”
Choose wisely when you go to market today!
Flowering fruit trees lined up in a row,
Releasing their fragrance, put on a show.
Under the bright shining sun, they will grow
Instinctively making sweet fruit as they go.
Take one off the tree when it looks just right
Sticky face and hands, you do look a sight!
Copyright, August 16, 2016
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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 | Year Posted 2012
Buddhist Poet Tree in Motion
Paige helped herself to words written
On the canvas of life with earth
Etched on tapestry smoothening
The smothering eclipse of demise
Thermal springs fired resolve and
Restitution from smouldering ashes
Engraved meaning emoted retold
Enclaves of sanity resilient narration
In water she bathed her soul
Nascent native naïve swallowed
Mellow stream bubbles sprinkled
On aquarelle paper sun stars and
The moon in eight noble truths
Inspiring rhyme rhythm meter from
Obscure obfuscation Paige turned
Nothing to pages a tree of her change
24th January 2016
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2017
J-ust like a tree by the river,
U-nafraid of any season;
L-eaves are fresh and green,
I-ntact during dusk
E-ven at dawn.
A-n old tree by the river
N-otices not the dry spell;
N-either will it know fear, nor will it forget feeling well.
I-n June twenty-third morn,
B-ranches of the tree are tough;
A-ll of its roots are firm,
S-teadfast and so strong enough.
C-ome what may you trust in the Lord God, the Father;
O-vercome the hard time, just like a tree by the river.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017