Best Walnut Tree Poems
as my fears subside the tree I planted in spring is showing growth
Written Aug 18, 2016 For John Hamilton's Monoku Madness Contest
a walnut tree -
the fruits of its labor
spilled at its feet
April 29, 2018
The old walnut tree in the meadow weep
Time had arrived her strains in sorrow steep
Echoes of a nameless and powerful storm break in
I feel shivers on my bare skin
I would like to touch and hug it, before it dies
The roots of the tree pointing up towards the skies
In the backyard of mourning, distant in all its splendor
Never a new spring, feel its shaking so tender
05/09/2019
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As I passed my wicket fence
The ageing walnut tree,
Showered me with withered leaves
And said something to me;
That it stood since ages past
But I had never seen,
Crimson light upon its leaves
Thus how twilight had been;
I glimpsed not the sparrow's nest
That lay upon its bough,
Few spotted eggs closeted
Though which the night winds plough;
Neither I the twitter sweet
That morning brought with it,
Nor did I the moon savour
And how the stars were lit;
Felt no spring nor summer heat
Hues autumn ever passed,
Soft snow upon its branches
Know how sweet nuts amassed;
Had I known the squirrel small
That in its hollow stayed,
A smile would cross my dried lips
Under its dappled shade;
It said I need pause beneath
It gnarled and shrunken stem,
Inhale a puff of fresh air
And lightly say ahem;
I could not make much of this
Until it whispered soft,
It knew the angel of death
Who paid a visit oft;
The angel had confided
Of men whose days were few,
My name too she uttered
Something I never knew;
The wisely tree then advised -
That I take heed of days,
See the world with different eyes
And change my baffled ways;
Knowing soon my time would lapse
I now bask in the sun,
Glimpse the trees and hark the sounds
That I had never done;
Strange I find some precious time
To kiss the balmy air,
Immerse myself with loved ones
Indulge in that I care;
Late I am for having missed
The best life had to give,
Sadly spent my living days
Not knowing how to live.
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walnut tree in fruit
best pickled green eat with cheese-
carved Chinese treasure
Once summer green
then Autumn gold
bedecked this ancient tree-
Today silhouette laid bare
misletoed in winter frieze.
walnut tree was now slightly blemished
deer had done lots of damage
getting his antlers off
tree did not mind
felt like a willing partner
available every year
he smiled as white tail flew into thicket