Best Red Oak Poems

red oak tassels gone
yellow pollen lingers, coats ....
spring storms stir  ...

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Oh, mournful, mountain balladeer,
Your plaintive, mountain song
Comes aching through
The tender evening sadness.
"White oak, red oak!
White oak, red oak!"
Oh, whippoorwill,
My soul echoes your sorrow.
         
Oh, spokesman for the broken heart,
Who taught you your refrain?
So eloquent your voice
Of soulful...

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red oak stately grows
twenty foot high drop acorns...
roundup works daily...

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The red oak spreads its branches wide.
We planted it to shade our place.
We stand  beneath it, side by side,
in picture as it shades my face.

An oak tree can live many years.
The red oak spreads its branches wide.
I sit beneath it now in tears
because, my...

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Red Oak menstruates in the heat of summer
Beech and maples stand back from her labor
Moonlight lifts her skirt
Wind drifts through her leaves

She stomps in circles only the owls divine
Piper of voles
She checks the many holes up and down her body
Shivers
An ancient skin crawling with leafhoppers...

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