Floating across the ridges, gentle leaf
Soaring to new heights, despite the grief
Still, soft joy providing soul’s relief
Music in all its grace, autumn’s relief
Song as bright as sunshine in each leaf
This is the moment, pouring out its grief
Across the ridges, soundless edge of grief
Quiet prayers, in His presence is relief
Trees and hills, bound by each vibrant leaf
Every leaf, despite its grief, finds relief in Fall
In the fifties, I saved my dimes religiously
twenty let me plant one tree
Deep in a forest’s mystery
~ now a lasting legacy
Whilst are glowing in whose midst
For each fruit tree's
Flavours to try
The privileged sense of it
Passes we by.
Where each old world's dying wish
Celt's, Greek's, spear-dropped
Blew them, be us!
Faint, mythic isled; if yarded
Less serious!
seas of trees
green like peas
light wind breeze
puts my mind at ease
before that deep freeze
during eighty degrees
head to Missouri please!
SAGE TREES SERENELY CANVASSING
Quiet tree branches,
Lean as if in prayer;
Leaves soon to be graved:-
Indeed, Spring will soon pass on;
Leaf-falling Fall, awaiting:-
Tangled tree bark on the ground,
hear the bush sounds all around.
Birds and leaves are here with me
and other things that I can’t see.
Even trying very hard, there are those things
from which I’m barred.
With those things I cannot see,
the bush has given peace to me.
She turned the conversation to doctors
I told her I was about to sock her
Speak of something more pleasant
Like plagues killing off peasants
Left my last visit, wondering ~ ‘What for?’
In spring the thaw begins to creep,
Thin winter’s hold, soon starts to sleep,
Quiet murmuring, slow and deep,
Secrets that rivers rarely keep.
Earth awakes from its desired rest,
Rebirth of lawns and trees redessed,
Soothing breeze greets the tender chest,
Heralding promise to be blessed.
So colorful flowers, spring
Many shades of green, summer
Many shades of brown, autumn,
Shades of gray, winter
Can you smell the autumn breeze
Wood burning fireplaces creating
Puffs of clouds unlike gray sky
Where blue birds sing with wings fly
Can you feel the autumn breeze
As it whips up above majestic tall trees
Inspiring the dance of colorful leaves
That poets recite like artists painting
Can you see the autumn breeze
On a crisp fall day as it’s raining
How strong it is a pattern slanting
We run for home out of breath panting
Can you taste the autumn breeze
Like a red candy apple delicacy
Or warm cocoa hot tea or coffee
Pumpkin spice treats we all eat
Can you hear the autumn breeze
It’s howls like a wolf as if calling
Ushering out the summer heat
Welcoming winds cooler refreshing
Upon the loam where ancient shadows creep,
a severed vein now yields its vital breath,
and writhes upon the floor in torments deep,
consumed within the iron jaws of death.
No gentle breeze attends its rapid fall,
nor sunlit grace to soothe the tearing pain;
It strikes the rotting moss and scarlet wall,
drenched in the fury of a weeping drain.
Yet watch the fiber twitch, the pulsing spine,
as blind-eyed beetles strip the tender skin,
and carve away the green with teeth malign,
to feast upon the fever locked within.
The forest laughs while slowly torn apart,
and grinds the winter's refuse in its heart.
Hear these hibiscus hymns
Colorful souls fragrant breeze
Like song in nose in ears swim
Delightful gold melodies
Lovely ballet of blue butterflies
Wings that flutter around flowers
The beauty against summer skies
Daydreaming in the garden for hours
Hearts that seek a healthy retreat
Find a bench to sit and reflect
Listen to red birds happily tweet
As squirrels scamper nature respects
Crab grass seems to add a note
As bare feet walk so leisurely
Like green symphony with tan toes
Tall trees with leaves that sing
Hibiscus hymns are inside all
Who open heart and pray
Breaking down imagined wall
Seeing nature and man embraced
Shadows, my shape like drunkenness,
trees walking into my mirror,
windows' strange flush as boughs break in;
do walls rise in whitewashed ember?
The dust of death I remember,
and that dust kills me back in bed.
I know you're coming down again,
falling without even a scream.
I see your face move in each wind —
The night's thousand shadows of trees.
If thee can see the natural beauty of any tree,
Even in all of the different ways that any tree can be,
Then thee is far better than the worst of humanity.
I’ve been walking in a thousand parks
Sat on a thousand benches or more
Dreamed away hearing blackbirds and larks
Each time I rested like never before
Always forced myself to go out
Being timed up by reasons I deemed
Quite exclusive, although now I doubt
If they were as important, as seemed
In the alleys with flowers and squirrels
I had casual thoughts to unfold
What I meant to divulge disappears
Much too fast to be honestly told
If I could, I would tell you about
Why I needed a thousand parks
Maybe more, I didn’t bother to count
All the moments I listened to larks
Could’ve been something else than tranquility
Of idyllic blue skies, rows of trees
Even though parks were my home facility
I’ve no way to convince you of this.
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