Simard Poems - Poems about Simard

...Why The dandelion Do we hold with poisonous contempt? The word weed grown to our lips From what past snare? Ah, those words that pop up from nowhere To keep the front yard order Clean flat a......Read the rest...

...Trees have never talked before no one has ever heard tree thoughts. As plants evolved, so did trees; trillions and trillions appeared, half gone now, down to three trillion. Trees send signals t......Read the rest...

...A Blue Jay flew squawking into a crown alerting all the other birds around News of coming danger ran through the stand down to the floor and across all the land The Mother Tree signaled through t......Read the rest...

...Standing all alone in the woods; eyes shut, I feel the lilting light. Sun dodges needles through the crown, beams land on my skin softly so. Brisk breezes quicken and rustle. Bristlecone pines e......Read the rest...