Sonnet Tree Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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Cool comforts from the moon shining in Spring
diverge from coming Summer's scorching sun.
Sweet honeysuckle lifts its trumpet string
to set swift tempo for the Springtime fun.

The...

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I share a tree with a story to tell:
We were out for a walk round Dufton Pike
when this straggly hawthorn conveyed its spell,
holding my gaze...

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In my garden, there’s an apricot 
tree with pink fragrant blossoms that 
fall from the branches one by 
one to the ground. From a 
tree,...

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Salt lands cool as a snowflake on pale skin 
as it connects the dots on my shoulder;
I am not fond of winter tradition 
lighting up...

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The beauty of your life is so easy to see,
In the colors and lines of your symmetry.
After a time with the tree of your life,
Severed...

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Its sun is brilliant bright and bonny bold,
a lustrous light, largesse in satin sheen.
Intake of breath sensory manifold,
for a warm, welcoming autumnal scene.

Aurora-colored leaves paint...

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A crisp calm early morning, a sunny clear spring day
Into old beech wood clearing, ocean sailing underway
Lines of rolling waves where tree trunk shadows fall
A...

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I am now "away from the noise,"  
my fruit gum I am chewing.  
Sitting here wondering what the boys,  
could be doing.  

 
 
Now all unpacked,  
a book I...

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within a pock, a lonely copse
a one-time proudly standing duke
lay collapsed a pearly corpse 
strewn, now stretched across a dyke
no mortar, stone or brick to...

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Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree

Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore
like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind
in its wakings an old barn without...

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Mother Nature Showed Me Many Styles

Yesterday, I walked a thousand miles
Over hill and dale, through the verdant wood
Saw baby ducks walk by in quacking file
Did...

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Crooked Tree, there’s so much of you to me.
I whisper to the wind my confession.
This heart of mine is quite GRIM and GLOOMY.
Of FEELINGS; not...

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My many many thoughts linger, 
in the dusting of the springtime, 
I turn pages with my finger, 
I love to read each loving rhyme. 

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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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