Best Oaken Poems

Sunlight dripped from dawn branches of Oaken age,
running through rivulets of his ancient gnarled skin,
acorn leaf finger tips grip the slipping drops of dew,
casting rainbow prisms with grand wind blown gestures,
to land upon my dozing brow awakening me to dreams,
in a land where reality’s perception...

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We have tree traditions,
still accessible in diverse backward
and forward
reforesting cultures,
of planting a commemorative tree
when a great and portentous series of loving events
comes to its untimely rest.

Recently
my middle son's lifetime friend
decided it was time to travel with the starlight
and so he left us heartbroken,
trying to be...

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Trees,
oaken,
shivering.
Blustery winds
change style with color.
A rich raiment,
till stripping
them of
leaves.
...

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A lovely oaken doorway
in an old creaky shop;
I stepped through one day
and saw a bunny hop.

A sleeping faun
lay upon a rock,
in hours, predawn
he wore a red frock.

By his side lay golden panpipes;
the daisies had lulled him to sleep.
his hair was red and yellow striped
and to...

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