Oak Tree Poems

In the gloom, I awoke as an oak tree. 
So relieving to have been left alone.
Moonlight purifies broken canopies, 
Highlighting every feeling that I’ve grown.

It...

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Oak tree works her natural magic
Doing her utmost best to spread joy
Attempting to keep peace in the forest
Oozing goodness through her root system

The woods feel...

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With utmost certainty and confidence,
under the exquisite
emeralds and majestic oak trees.

I am adorned in shades of azure haze.
a delicate and ethereal
canvas of watercolor dreams.

With unwavering...

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It's raw on bark—
Showing it how to feel.
Leaves shudder from under the clouds,
Seen at last.

(All it wants to do now is
Get through to hang up...

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As spring air warms up softly
And dawn choruses return,
The birds begin a-nesting 
Gathering twigs at every turn. 

Hedgerows throng with movement
As the nests are feathered,...

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As April leaves us like a lamb
May comes dancing in
The sunlight glowing up the sky
And celebrations can begin. 

Come see the daylight as it bursts
Upon...

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A dark flame
	bites at the edge of my existence
It burns cool the tips of my fingers
	consuming moments once held as treasures

Like a broken clock, with...

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Cat tree woman of the psychic variety
Feeling spirit in the midst of the oak tree
Mystically magically aware of her ability
Listening to the ancestors of the...

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ancient oak got on his knees
the best he could considering he is older
and his roots are creaking, and his knees no longer bend
he needed guidance,...

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A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains,
A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains.
The redwood of...

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An ancient oak has been cut down
Its leaves were always falling down
Its  sin was being messy

An aged Weeping Fig on a paved parkway
Town Council...

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   Look,  Look
Here I stand next to 
clear running stream that 
feeds my leaves and mighty 
trunk. A strong oak that still...

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Ancient oak mythology predicted rainforest would have a large gnarled root.
She'll show up on a Sunday and have a loopy-loop fit for a bandicoot.
Bandicoot will...

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With rake in hand, I had a mission clear -
to rid my yard of mounds of rotting leaves
before their musty smell got out of hand.

My...

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I sit before the February fire
and watch the flames die down to amber glow.
My grandson comes just in the nick of time
to bring the fire...

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