Tree Mystery Poems

The consistency of mystery
Drenched in it's simplicity 
Wrought with what would seem to be
To our participants complacency 
For a golden opportunity 
A trick our minds...

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                "For the wages of sin is death, but the...

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Nature hides its secrets from us;
it always seems to be leading us towards something mysterious.

How many times, in the shade of a tree,
sitting on a...

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The Chinese Pistachia


You came to us

a fragile seedling child

with so many names 

that did not fit

your grace and lithefulness


each season of your growth

and vibrant orange change

I...

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I lay my dark and spiraled finger 
against pure and corded wildwood,
In the wailing current
of the rich wheels of wilderness,
Before the sonant vesper 
of dreaming...

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Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty.
We make all our heavens and hells.
This edge of possibility, where we...

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This intricacy, this forest
fanfare of green life, flower 
and fungi, the creatures
that crawl its damp understory 
of bush and fern, and above,
the wing born marvel...

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   It does not grow in the ground
     in a bush, on a tree

   No animal's beheaded
...

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Have you ever had an occasion to be out early in the morning before the dawn breaks? Notice that the darkest time of night is...

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The leaves are falling, dropping like melted ice.
It must be autumn, there is a spectacular show
Of red, yellow, and frosty foliage. Though it’s still nice
Weather-wise,...

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Do magpies communicate with the dead? 
It is not uncommon to see magpies in a cemetery
Silent and calm, watch over the graves,
The flowery tombs and...

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I love reading fun books
Life is in the pages
Humor~tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Book slips down to my lap
Dreamland I am headed
Pages coming to life...

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From birth he grew and grew,
Growing up to a young man anew
Though was not the same
For the most he hoped in the beat eloped.

Everyone desires...

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Purgatorial Perceptions

By Mark D. Stucky
In the basement, I heard fluttering sounds
coming from inside the old chimney.
Cautiously opening the clean-out trap,
I came nose-to-beak with a panicked...

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** In Spirit with Trees **

I feel sad, feeling a kind of tragedy 
 When I see that a storm 
    ...

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