Planting Tree Poems

It is better to plant your own tree than to stone someone else's fruits 

May 18, 2023...

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Haiku Translations I

As the monks sip their morning tea,
chrysanthemums quietly blossom.
—Matsuo Basho, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

The fragrance of plum blossoms
on a foggy path:
the...

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You’ve all seen me, on your walks, your travels - the lonely tree
If you have had a thought - your probably would have just said,...

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By George P. Lumayag

The birds tweet to the architect
to support Urban Tree Planting.

Its principle to plant trees is innate;
but a tree on the gutter symbolizes
of...

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Marigolds with your ruffled edges and your prissy girly ways,
You uplift me on my most almost horrific downward days.
Lilacs fragrances wafting about in every one...

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I am tired of making lists for the store,                ...

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Tree planting

We, schoolchildren, were sent to a field to plant trees
I was given a handful of samplings and a mall spade
the soil was black and...

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and for our fifth anniversary, wood;
at that age love’s roots are hopeful, flexible,
damp: feeling fresh earth with fingers 
stretching and toes padding. A landscape found.

My...

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Her gown of sprouting green, sleeves of new leaves
Jade shade illuminates fresh summer rain
Woven gossamer silk on turquoise trees
Threaded through her mare's alabaster manes
Planting gold...

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Though lately I have no impulse to eat an apple
 I understand why people do so
For humans are built in a similar fashion
All different variations...

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Leaf Factories
or
Just Rake The Leaves Without Whining
By: Tom Wright
11/25/99

I see leaves,
in assorted hues of red, yellow, and rust,
reminding me of paint splotches,
from the palate of...

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I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.

Why do you want to wonder 
about something as curious as that,
dear?

Oh,...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy.
Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which...

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Every time I change directions
lately, and possibly beforely,
Trees stand by to mentor
and nurture,
to feed with branched hands
to bleed when uprooted
from aptic past centuries
of hibernating winter...

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In the center of my heart
She planted a tree.
Happiness a branch I'd soon know.
The leaves sprouting in full with
no limitation to height.
The roots carry the...

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