Tree Line Poems - Poems about Tree Line

Look up at the sky, The trees are ever reaching Toward cloudy sky....

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I'm going back to April, going to watch Spring chew through winter, watch the sun, rake over the dead heaps of the thawing. I may have to take a night train to get there. April is way back behind the frozen tree line, Sometimes I think I can hear it digging through the darkness. For a while I'll watch the bouncing bleating lambs, say goodbye...

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Somewhere West of where he was, and East of where he’d been The mountains called their distant cry, a pleading heard within The alpine air, the red-tailed hawk, their spirits hail his name To thence return, the past on fire —his freedom to reclaim (Chief Joseph Highway: September, 2021)...

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American citizens in “bread-lines” to get little boxes of food. How desperate do you have to be to join that line? The sad, generous, little boxes of nutrition. We are all human, we all need our next breath and our children’s next meal. We all need shelter. It’s a carnival of pleasure to mock human need....

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Mountains make poor receptacles for dreams Oceans are better at that The elevation reminding of all that’s forbidden Primordial—the higher you climb (Dreamsleep: December, 2019)...

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! hell ...

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Towards the tree line I stare towards the tree line, misshapen and abstract on my eyes Fading in winter’s chill and leafless emptiness that I feel, but can not see Oh it is there, screaming at me, waving in the wind, calling in birdsong But my eyes travel more… a distance well beyond any footpath I’ve taken Shelved on highway vistas now filled with...

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