I saw the maples;
Chattering with the spruce;
Sparrows awaken;
Squirrels recused;
Running rapid;
Are those rabbits;
Dogs chasing still the cat up the tree;
God where are all the honey bees;
By the grave I saw the maples;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
I felt obliged to admire the Rameses;
~
The bur oak smiled;
As the trees of all kinds;
Lo! The sun dials;
Waves with the wind in the skies;
Do just only the butterflies mind;
For the maple leaves fallen down;
By the grave I saw the maples;
Onto the grounds are browned and dead;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
Tree, tree, trees;
Memories;
Dread;
~
Homeless one I am;
I guess under their shade I’ll be sleeping;
Living off the land;
Alone sleeping;
7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Categories:
liquidambar, adventure, analogy, introspection, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Liquidambar Styraciflua
(Sweet Gum Tree, the Sandbur of the Forest)
Written: by Tom Wright
10-25-2016
After each leaf has slowly surrendered its green
They take on the colors of a painter’s palette,
Some mimicking the sun while affixed to twigs,
Others with orange, copper and red hues;
A north wind is whispering,
As if to say, Your time is nearing.
Soon they’ll release their hold
To the order of nature, and cascade downward;
The next to descend will be those nettlesome fruit balls
Which left until mowing become launched as grenades,
And the Spring Itch which I must scratch;
They provide little shade, pollute our yard, oft infested by web worms,
And considered one of the ten most dangerous trees you can plant in your yard.
Yet their fall colors have preserved their existence in our yard.
Tom
Categories:
liquidambar, nature, tree,
Form: Free verse