Each new morning I must, must view my trees,
I love when their branches dance and sway in the breeze;
and how they adapt to season changes with ease.
In October they do a golden leafy striptease;
November and squirrels scamper on a branchy trapeze,
Winter brings the dreaded long deep freeze_
and they look dead with some unknown disease.
Oh, I wish they would put on their green gowns, please;
then, one morn' I wake to a leafy dance like in my memories.
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October 05, 2022
Poetry/Monorhyme/Tree Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1492-446-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Single Stanza Monorhyme
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 10/06/2022
Sixth Place
branchy timberland
so coral giant snake prowls
on belly crawling
~
slither, slither, crawl
slimming wet snake walks
on belly crawling
5/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
reaching garland day
a garland leaf flourishes
out the perfect pond
branchy break of day
a blessed, nativity soars
because of the leafs
4/27/19
For A Garland Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
As I'm looking through my window
And I start to l look around
All the snow has melted
I see toys left on the ground
A basket ball, a whiffle ball
A glove and baseball bat
A dirty lone blue mitten
And a cotton ball wool hat
Candy wrappers and soda caps
And a witches old corn broom
And underneath the swing set
Was a busted red balloon
Footsteps from the children
Left imprinted in the dirt
And in the leafless branchy bush
Was a little boys lost shirt
Those times when we were children
Sometimes bad and sometimes good
I'd go back there in a heartbeat
If I thought that I just could
A dirty lone blue mitten
And a cotton ball wool hat
A basket ball, a whiffle ball
A glove and a baseball bat
And underneath the swing set
Was a busted red balloon
Candy wrappers and soda caps
And a witches old corn broom
And in the leafless branchy bush
Was a little boys lost shirt
Footsteps from the children
Left imprinted in the dirt
Those times when we were children
Sometimes bad and sometimes good
I'd go back there in a heartbeat
If I thought that I just could
Here
we
are
in
this
worthy
woods,
the
most
serene
abode
of
animals.
Let
us
not
talk
aloud,
but
whisper,
as
noise
will
disturb
the
denizens
peacefully
breathing
here.
Follow
me,
keeping
quiet!
O
hark!
There's
abrupt
tremulous
twitter
and
clamour
of
coos
in
the
branchy
green
of
these
tall-
tall
trees!
May
be
some
monkeys've
heard
the
rustles
here
and
higher
up
on
the
trees
they've
climbed
anon
to
alert
all
others
that's
spoiled
the
sublime
silence
of
those
feathered
creatures!
Reflections of desire
Multiply in plethoric bounty
A multitude of choices
Impending all around me
We are intuitive
Our colors empower
Life’s choices shielding
Unconsciously yielding
Generated by our psyche
Meanings an underlining
Such interpretations
Permeate color creations~
With heavenly skies
Dark Indigo Blue
Releasing calmness
Triumphant and true
The admiration of earthy green
Bestowing within….a grounded will
Inner powers creating the thrill
Bold ravenous crimson red
Persuading a compelled sensuality
Willing such glandular vitality
Cheerful yellow shows indivisible hope
Anxiety releasing its restricted glows
Unlimited expansiveness seethes and shows
A mixture of red and blue turning violet
Magical mystical enchantment within
Striking captivation is violets mission
Panicles require a branchy Brown stem
Sexual inhibitions dark yellow and red
Brown forbids pain ameliorated and fed
Black our desolate color of harmony
Bleeding out an imprudent blight
An end to sorrow~ Black veils fright~
I will enter deep down to grow
And my root in the soil bow
My stem I spread within the loamy reach
So my boughy trunk shall in depth breach
Then I’ll let out my branchy foliage
On it I’ll display my flowers in cleavage
So my offsprings be born bountifully
To serve mankind generously
My foliage for man’s cover
And my branches for birds’ full shelter
SO SAID THE MUSTARD SEED
I shall not take a fool’s risk
Rather, my smooth body about I’ll frisk
I will not dare darkness of the deep
For my eyes, uncertainties to peep
If roused, my roots will be broken
And my stem on spread-spree will be smoken
Neither shall my body be scorched by the sun
Nor unstable seasons my life run
For I cannot watch my offshoots as spare food
And my branches too great to house little brood
SO BOASTED THE NUT SEED.
And so resoluted the two in unison resolve
There and then, they’re destined as
Each granted as wished and willed
Both prospered as prospected
The mustard in manifold manifested
The nut natured as nurtured
Time became their fortune-teller
Then one day a squirrel scratched up
The naughty nut from its niche
And made it a relish of morning meal
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