Birthday Tree Poems

For so long 
It’s just been you and I
Darting around the house,
Every weekend and holiday
Each summer, easter, autumn.
Circling the place that was our home.
Be it...

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“I’m going to give you the same gift,” her grandma told her on her 7th birthday, 
“that my grandma gave to me.”  
Then she...

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Lindsey is Olde English for “Linden Tree by the brook”,
A tree universal, celebrated in many cultures being namely,
Doctor Tree, of Health, Feminine Arts, nook,
Of soothing...

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Gentlemen, I’m fifty-three!
“Now, can I still climb a tree?
Atop tree raise hands with glee
Repeating “Atop thee, Gee!”?
An Apt Gift for this Birthday!
Yet, for biggest cash...

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A joy it is to see
planted in his honor
A Memorial Tree
Roots, memories of Milton
and a kind act for the ecosystem
Forget-Me-Nots shall be written
by your poetry...

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one more revolution completed
another birthday
an ongoing process of ageing
sometimes with grace 
at others with weight on my shoulders

minding the gap
between emotions and reason
tearing at what...

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I am not going to wait for you to get ill
Or to die to send you bouquets of flowers
Right now is the time to make...

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Tilting in the breeze 
branches sway to and fro 
to the rhythm under the world 
a delicate snow to autumn breeze 
rushing here, there 
breaking...

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November Artistry

Beneath the artist sculptor’s hand
November shapes a changing strand
Hidden beauty seen in the trees
Now revealed through fallen leaves
Twisted branches reach up so high
Artwork thrust...

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Fun today let's get some gruB                   ...

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January 1, 2020, what do I see.                  ...

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A Falcon soared skyward
Gracing and inspiring the world.

She dived from the peak
And attacked with her beak.

She poises her wings
And pierces the mind with a wink.

Her...

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I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree*
although the poem you wrote for me
celebrating the anniversary
of my sixtieth year 
oh...

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C-hill and rain Tuesday
A-re left in the nook; 
R-ise of the sun begins, 
O-pen your eyes and
L-ook.

C-rimson sky Wednesday
R-emains red fourth January; 
U-nderneath the wide...

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The empyreal rise of sun reflected in crimson glows on tips of gold and green leaves, and the edges of your hair as you drew...

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