Metaphor Tree Poems

Crape Myrtles in August

The bark peels back like old skin—
Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls
Of what we shed to live. August
Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice
Rising

The Martyr Tree

They said she loved only one man —
that’s how the old song goes.

But the truth?
It was a tree —
no metaphor, no myth.
A real one:
knotted, gnarled,
older

The Mile Long Tree

Kill off the Mile Long Tree
For anyone who cares only cares about everyone
Revelation in mind, we don't feel the same
You should sort through your thick

SHAMELESS NAKED TREES: A HAIKU TRIO

Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-

Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-

Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave

NATURE'S SYMBOLIC TREES

Barked with nature's firm hope,

Branches of nature's strong faith,

Sappers of nature's sweet love:-

Embers of crucufixion,

Leaves of reesurrection borne:-

Roots bearing tribulations:

Trunking annunciation:-

Idyllic Retreat

In this charming retreat,
the silence of nature and hills talk to me,
whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze,
of hidden secrets of times bygone,
an era of

Between Two Worlds

I stand barefoot on the cold moss,
the forest breathing around me,
each leaf a whisper,
each tree a silent witness to my thoughts.
The earth beneath me is

The Locust and the Tree

I wish I could tell you
And have you understand
That you are you,
And I am me.
We put so many years between us
And in all that time

TWO FROZEN REFLECTIONS

a tale of trees

a tale of trees

trees in the
forest of life
are populated
with leaves
Of secret lovers
and others
who have
tarried beneath
their shade
and their branches
have held hopes
Swinging high
and low
and their
trunks 
have known
hugs

You and I

You and I
Were once two trees–
Two budding saplings
Placed too close
To grow together

An Upstate transplant,
My midwestern limbs,
Opened wide to hold you,
Casting too much shade
On your bright

IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION

IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION

Standing in the forested arena
Beneath one of the multiplicities 
Of the ethnicities of barked sage trees
Reining in the mutual oneness
Of the equanimity

To Frost: Regarding The Diverging Paths

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”

Robert,
You let the split remain unresolved,
and while we stand in awe,
staring at your crossroads
etched in gold and shadow,
do you

PASSIONS OF THE PINK POUI

Harsh is the time of your birth
The bleaching sun, taking away all beauty of the earthly jade.
But out of this parched season,
You bring forth the

A Fruit Bearing Tree

You will know a tree
By its fruit
You will know the fruit
By its tree
A good tree will
Produce good fruit
A bad tree will
Produce bad fruit
A good fruit