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Arboreal

arboreal bird
seeks out the dead....
lightning killed great oak

Categories: arboreal, death,
Form: Haiku

Arboreal

an arboreal 
green anole flashes red....
spring afternoon    


arboreal -adj.- living in trees, relating to trees

anole -noun- a small mainly arboreal American lizard with a throat fan that (in the males) is typically brightly colored. Somewhat of a chameleon.

Categories: arboreal, nature,
Form: Haiku

Arboreal Conversations

The woods have been gathering here
for long generations,
they have their own arboreal language,
a nocturnal patois
ground out by layers of ligneous skins.
The language is arcane,
it arrives from deep ancestral roots
incantations that turn slowly
into the kernels of long seeded words.

Deep into the night I listen,
then listen yet more
to the garrulous gossiping
of a creaky wooden bed
chatting to a

Categories: arboreal, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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Arboreal Atonement Allowing- -

Only this;
And a joyousness
Remembering many beautiful, matriarch models
And so you came gently in forgiveness;
Forgiving, allowing the arboreal atonement


I threw my resort upon the heart;
Of my cold unloving mind;
Back into my memories accommodating
That uttermost - that uttermost; 
And the savior was classifying;
The arboreal atonement allowing 




4/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Categories: arboreal, appreciation, assonance, community, confusion,
Form: Free verse

Dead Arboreal Splendour

October was mild this year,
softer and gentler then most,
colored muted on trees
that clung fiercely to their leaves,
they lingered and fluttered
into November’s days.

Then derecho’s linear blast
roared before Thanksgiving week,
wiping gusts with gusto,
appropriately,
ravaging the dead clingers
from their long, gray branches.
Dead, arboreal splendor
precipitates down, down
to the wasted brown
grass of November.
Last leaves scattered and blow,
across yard and street.

Good timing,
snow

Categories: arboreal, autumn, change, november, seasons,
Form: Free verse

Arboreal Inquiry

There is hope for a tree.
For though you lop its branches
And fell its mighty trunk,
Expose it to the elements
And mutilate its stump—

Yet at the scent of water,
At the soaking of the rain,
From its root will thrust a shoot—
It springs to life again.

Hope there is for ruined tree;
But is there hope, O Lord, for me?

“He’s like

Categories: arboreal, depression, endurance, hope, prayer,
Form: Rhyme