Tree Villanelle Poems

I have been called a hippy dippy;
Transient, I travel when I can,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;

Traveling from city to city,
that flower child who...

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Oh no, Tokoloshe is coming for me.
I don’t want to die. 
Oh, my God, I better flee.
 
I’ll hide behind the Suonoki tree. 
The vicious...

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Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight
On Winter's frame around tree trunks and boughs,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.

Atypical thaw for this season's height,
Where...

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I am, as were my parents before me,
undoubtedly, their parents before them...
perpetuating our family tree.

Trusting in God, and Jesus Christ is key
to their faith, as...

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Oh old weed 
Thy feet weathered 
Like that of a tree 

Like a child 
Always carried 
Thy beauty left behind 

Trembling feet 
What a painful...

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Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom
dance in the breeze down by the sea.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.

Pussy Willows growing in a...

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In the warmth of your gaze is where I want to be.
On a journey, endless, under the seamless sky…
Lost and adrift in your emerald iris...

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Children staring at presents under the tree
Eager eyes wide open and full of wondering,
They know Mama’s been on a shopping spree.

Packages tied up with ribbons,...

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When she wrapped around the tinsel of gold,
The bare branches bowed around the Christmas tree,
And lo! It was a proud sight to behold

With coloured paperchains...

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He was a beautiful bird with feathers bright white and cobalt blue
He happily chirped his songs while perched at the feeders every day
Often spotted high...

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 "snow touches with love the forest trees and fields,
and every single thing with his cold fingers, and covers them all with
a white blanket, whispering,...

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Massive monsoon is a mockery, 
and done by my own volition;
The destruction making a fool of me; 

These flooded eyes anyone could see 
a change...

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I was born to breathe free, outdoors  
count my rings and you will know how old I am 
I come from a family of...

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Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call, 
Its call returned by it’s  beloved one,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.

Harbinger of sweet...

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Enchanted by this lovely clement day
while writing poems like Calliope -
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.

To see the sun come up above the...

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