Short Beech Tree Poems

The chlorophyll is starved,   
green goes to brown and red.
The dead are promptly shed.

See beech tree - skeletal,
stark and elemental,
looking like black metal.

But in its outer skin
some dormant cells waiting - 
for rising in the spring....

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I sit beneath it's massive boughs, the dappled sunlight by my feet.
Gentle breezes touch my cheek,bring scents of summer soft and sweet.
Rustling leaf sound fills my ears,communication wild and free.
Between us flows a silent love.
The old Beech tree and me....

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*We had our first mild day the other day :)

The mild air came upon frozen snow
Melting with water dripping streams
Beech tree leaves kept rustling
In the wind that moved ice
Winter is changing
Within a day
For now it
Welcomes
Spring

Heidi Sands

2/26/21...

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Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the spring time, I wear my dress of emerald green

Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me

Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day

08~22~15...

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I am a beech tree standing proud and bold
But I am firmly rooted to the ground
And so I cannot move from place to place.
I must have a way to communicate
With other trees and plants for miles around
And keep up to date with what’s going on.
So that vast fungal network I must use
To receive signals and then to respond.
The groundwide web connects from root to root.
I may be anchored to this bit of ground
But I can talk to others all are around.  




 

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