Best Redbud Poems
Crimson seeds of spring
leaf light air, butterfly rain
soft as summer’s swirl.
The Old Redbud Tree
There is a gnarled redbud left standing,
It blossomed pink year after year;
Four fused trunks grew from its base,
Its heart-shaped leaves said “dear.”
A new branch grew from one, making five,
The little tree was oh, so proud of its size,
And for decades it did healthy look,
Until one year one branch snapped and died.
It seemed to cry with its new-found gnarl,
But soldiered on with only four.
Another branch bent its head and broke,
Then fell to its earthly floor.
Now there were three and twisted they,
Its heart-shaped leaves near gone,
The wind blew two from the old redbud tree,
Now one reaches lonely for the sun.
Blossoming redbuds
With white fur coats send chills
Up and down my spine
I’m a Redbud Tree
Once I was a sapling
With four thin trunks from the ground,
Hot pink blossoms clung to the forks,
Of shoots of tiny branches.
And I grew.
One trunk made a branch
And there was room for five,
Thriving, red, I was lovely,
My leaves heart shaped.
And i grew.
Until one trunk became diseased,
And then there were four;
Invisible tears fell to the ground,
Though the tiny branches dressed with leaves.
And I grew.
I thrived and blossomed and matured,
But then, one by one,
Trunks and branch said goodbye,
One strong trunk held an umbrella of blossoms,
Until
My umbrella broke and fell to the ground,
My one trunk left is brittle still standing,
I am weak, I am waiting for my cycle to complete,
Nature is ever changing.
Blackbird singing in a redbud tree,
Why such a sad and mournful ditty?
I like your song, but, oh, tell me
Is it meant to please or pity?
Little brook babbling to a willow tree
Of where he's been and where he's bound for.
He tells his tales so joyfully,
But willow's he can't stick around for.
When romance dies what's left of love?
A heart that's filled with pain and sorrow.
And all that lingering ache will prove,
Love's here today and gone tomorrow.
Bird moves on to another tree,
Willow bids the brook good-by now.
Does misery crave company,
Or shall I sit alone and cry now?
trees in the green breeze
in gold glazed heady sunshine
scent songs are searching
millions of blossoms
fluttering freshness like spring
wave goodbye to clouds
nice noon has gone still
sweet lifetime wears a big smile
wanton butterflies
Redwood, .... Redbud,
Scoring's Like;
Redwood, .... Redbud,
All God's Might!