Redwood Poems - Poems about Redwood

Redwood, Redbud

Redwood, .... Redbud,
                            Scoring's Like;

Redwood, .... Redbud,
                     

Out My Window

The Ravens call to each other’s brotherhood,
while lofty redwoods reach upward.
Their branches stir and squeak
blowing and flowing with benign breezes.
Under their dusky shade, weary deer find their occasional peace
resting upon the vintage needles to sleep.
Landing in the lower Bay tree’s limbs,
rustling Wrens clacker their chorus
of ditties and riffs carried by ocean sent breezes
reminding the sparky

Redwood Skies

Redwoods cloaked in green
home to golden birds, singing
up in true blue skies
So ancient and prodigious
hailing the stars and the moon

Redwood rosy morn
redwood soaked in the sunset
with silent breezes
Lord of the dark green forest
still in its vigorous youth

A Redwood Tree

your wisdom in rings
endurance is in your height
majestic in width

Redwood Dreams

Redwoods over 240 million years old 
our coastal redwood over 2,200 million years that we know
cleaning carbon from the woods as they grow
giving life to Marbled Murrelet leaving the redwoods
at dawn and return at dusk through the fog from the sea 
gathering fish to return to the redwoods and their nests
pumas nearby hunting then lying

Redwood

Redwood, you’re the Shadow secretary?
I guess so, he muttered.
Not caring that I am of voting age.
That’s what they tell me.

Preceded by Hunt? Succeeded by Hague?
Tell me, did your baby sister die of the plague?

Were you the one who resigned from the cabinet in ninety-five?
Not able to relate to most people alive?
Let’s not forget “Redwood versus

Give Me Back the Ozone Layer

The poet begins the reading

'I'm sentimental if you know what I mean.'
'Oh, that's good!'

I thought about this cuckoo hissing
At the Botanical Gardens 

He'd also mediated on the stratosphere
That sponge up above 

Accordingly, so did I too
Footslogging around the museum

I took a sufti at my phone by the toilets
A headline caught my attention

Liverpool to sack Jürgen

The Beaver and the Redwood - Fable

There once was a Beaver from Texas
Who ran out of trees before he died
He heard of Redwoods in California
And he took his wife by his side

They hitched a ride on a Greyhound bus
And rode it all the way to the sea
He watched as men sawed on the Redwood
And nothing compared to that tree

Oh, he gnawed

Haiku Redwood

haiku ~ redwood


unfelled statuesque
accomplishing amour touch
archaic redwood

redwood, I was amazed at their shear size and extreme age 
some of these living redwood trees are over 3000 years old

august 4, 2020
traditional haiku-nature themed poetry contest
sponsor: Tania Kitchen

Eulogy

Eulogy

Sing eulogy, O wind, 
Crying out the sorrow,
Howling deep within your zephyr,
For branches where you once entwined
Your restless fingers
Into a joyful melody of rustling boughs
In lyric song;
Hear now, as you pass, only memories
Floating on the air in search of forest arms
Where once the lullaby of giants
Spread like peace at eventide
Over every creature who daily felt
The

Write About the Redwood

It's hard to find a way through the wilderness and trying hard to make it
still stands to reason, everything I had was my health.
Redwoods stood as spiritual enclave to the indigenous people along the coast in Northern California once. 
The Spanish took notice to the industry of cutting them down and soon
it became a place

Twig Beneath a Redwood Tree

Long ago I had a coroner friend.
Wasn't long before he shared his dark stories...
People passing away in strange ways-in strange places.
Distorted postures-a maggot's buffet.
People going for a bite to eat-never returning...
his confessions never leave me.

I shared my stories with him.
but they paled in comparison to his.
I doubt if he remembers any of them...
Does anybody remember

Redwood

O gentle giant
tall and strong
likened to the redwood tree
from way down deep
your roots unseen
stretch out far and wide
underneath your tree
your the tallest redwood
in the forest I see
but gentle as a lamb
in the sun lights glee
on bended knee
I saw you kneel
releasing rain from the heavens
I see you still
never falling or cut down to size
strong and incredible
through

Redwood Parks

Children play on the stumps of the fallen giants, mocked in death by the glitter of disco lights and the raucous cheers of drunks.

Asphalt long melted round their dead roots where once they hovered over what is today the RV dump station, the lit restrooms, and every car and truck that ever was.

They stood tall

Redwood Sanctuary

Her leg was my favorite tree to lean against.
Most times I'd lean my back there and listen to her for hours.
I'd stare at the pattern of clouds that hovered above my head.
The wind sweeping beneath her dress in  perfect amount of shade.
The rustle of fabric against skin.
Here I felt I could be myself. 
I found peace in

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