The Autumn leaves are drifting down
our beech tree will lose her copper gown
Categories:
beech tree, autumn, tree,
Form: Crystalline
I know a forest where the trees grow old,
and standing quiet I hear their sad sighs;
weather is changing it is getting cold,
soon my green leaves will die one Oak tree cries.
The Beech tree a leafy canopy tall,
murmurs a lament to the autumn breeze;
Fir, Pine and Poplar rustle, growl and call,
yes, after the red and orange we freeze.
I come upon a red Maple tree bare,
I lost all my leaves first she tells me sad;
they danced, twirled for a while without a care,
but, the Willow tree told me she was glad.
You see in the Spring new life will grow, grow;
and there is beauty in Fall . . . and the snow !
Categories:
beech tree, autumn,
Form: Sonnet
I am a beech tree standing proud and bold
But I am firmly rooted to the ground
And so I cannot move from place to place.
I must have a way to communicate
With other trees and plants for miles around
And keep up to date with what’s going on.
So that vast fungal network I must use
To receive signals and then to respond.
The groundwide web connects from root to root.
I may be anchored to this bit of ground
But I can talk to others all are around.
Categories:
beech tree, tree,
Form: Blank verse
The chlorophyll is starved,
green goes to brown and red.
The dead are promptly shed.
See beech tree - skeletal,
stark and elemental,
looking like black metal.
But in its outer skin
some dormant cells waiting -
for rising in the spring.
Categories:
beech tree, autumn, spring,
Form: Rhyme
The chopping board gets cut upon every night and day
It doesn't moan or say whose wrong or right it's
Just chopping boards way
Sitting in the corner silent waiting to be used
The chopping board doesn't care for Kings or Queens who
Steal the Knight nor politicians left and right they just
Aren't very bright
The chopping board looks out the window too the starry
Night
Remembering a forest long ago that went further than
Plain sight
For she once stood a proud beech tree years gone by its
True
Now she's sitting waiting to be used by me and you
Just give a care for what you do and know the die is cast
The board will be sitting silently when this culture breaths
It's last.
Categories:
beech tree, creation, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Where has the young boy gone,
Oh, where has the young boy gone?
The one who played
So quietly with his toys,
But who was capable of making
Such a terrible noise,
The one who climbed
The old gnarled beech tree,
And claimed to be ruler
Of all he could see,
The one who played with his puppy,
Held it so tenderly while it slept,
The one who ran through the meadow
And across the stream leapt,
The one I read stories to,
While he was tucked-up in his bed,
The one I nursed when he was ill
And I cared for and fed.
Time has passed and time has flown,
And the young boy has long since grown,
The young boy has long since grown,
And now has a young boy - all of his own …
Categories:
beech tree, age, boy, child, old,
Form: Rhyme
*We had our first mild day the other day :)
The mild air came upon frozen snow
Melting with water dripping streams
Beech tree leaves kept rustling
In the wind that moved ice
Winter is changing
Within a day
For now it
Welcomes
Spring
Heidi Sands
2/26/21
Categories:
beech tree, change, seasons, spring,
Form: Nonet
I sit beneath it's massive boughs, the dappled sunlight by my feet.
Gentle breezes touch my cheek,bring scents of summer soft and sweet.
Rustling leaf sound fills my ears,communication wild and free.
Between us flows a silent love.
The old Beech tree and me.
Categories:
beech tree, appreciation, beauty, emotions, feelings,
Form: I do not know?
Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the springtime; I wear my dress of emerald green
Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me
Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day
Originally written on 08~22~15
N/A In personification contest finalised on 10/19/16
I worked so hard on my personification
Then looked at the list with consternation
Saw the sponsor gave it an N/A
Perhaps he’d had a tough day ….
I now look to Constance for mitigation!
11~11~16
5 Line rhyme for Broken Wings Take the dagger from my heart please 3 Contest
Categories:
beech tree, autumn, tree,
Form: Personification
Woman Waiting For The Dublin Bus
waiting for the Dublin bus
lonely traveller on the
village bench
with alabaster legs in lazy form
and she, occasionally furious
before brushing
invisible nuisance
from soft aching knees
the traveller will look down
the quiet street,
where asphalt and anxiety
gather
where ambivalent wind passes by
before chicaning around
a beech tree
there,
where paper bags dance
on invisible string.
she watches a dog ticking
brightly along,
kissing the road as if in servitude
as some mother
searches for her child
and all before a bus comes
to take her
quietly away
Categories:
beech tree, loneliness, longing,
Form: Free verse
A breeze brushes the grass and the baby's breath sway in unison
Bees flutter between flower heads and butterflies flex their wings against the burgeoning breeze
the wind wafts and loosens leaves from the beech tree standing guard
building in strength as the blue sky darkens and with the blackness of the thunder clouds building
A crack of thunder sends blackbirds onto the wing
A gust from the gale brings down a broken branch to the ground
The first drops of rain burst from the clouds beating out a drum beat . bang,bang.bang
Not a wafting whiff of a wind we have a whirlwind .
brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Categories:
beech tree, fun,
Form: Free verse
Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the spring time, I wear my dress of emerald green
Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me
Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day
08~22~15
Categories:
beech tree, nature, tree,
Form: Personification
To tennis
What a cracking sport
To play, to lose all worldly cares.
Returning
To the tennis court –
That small rectangle, out of time;
Win or lose
It doesn’t matter,
I’ll keep my focus on the game,
Satisfy
My ruthless nature
With tuneful thwack of gut on rubber.
One set all,
It’s forty-thirty:
A sizzling ace secures the game.
Up above
In beech tree grandstand,
A crowd of rooks croak their applause.
With topspin,
Drop-shot, forehand smash,
Exhausting rally,……. gasp for breath,
All too soon,
Game, set and match, then
It’s back to work, my lunchtime spent.
Categories:
beech tree, sports,
Form: Fibonacci