Let's haiku about a favorite tree today. That may seem silly, but reflections on nature are a traditional haiku focus, and we all have a favorite tree if we think about it. One that you climbed, or that impressed you, or mattered in a moment you remember well.
Here is mine:
Craig A. drew the pine
Then called our place "The Refuge"
I learned from that.
Now it is your turn-- follow the 5/7/5 syllable rule (more or less), and have some fun!
swayed branches strong leaves
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nature's paradox
strong and personable
magnolias of east texas
pretty as its girls
In the rain her hair
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Birds feared landing there.
The mother planted
Her in the desert longing
For green.Willow gave it.
And soul oasis.
The dust clouds came threatening.
She gave the good Spring.
The coyotes howled
She cooed forgiveness and light.
And the children climbed joy.
A fan shaped leaf
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Geishas walk beneath
You could read up there,
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We never came down.
An American Elm,
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Bombed and still it grows.
It's Big Pine Cone Tree.
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Oh joy! A hide out!
Orange gold globe left
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Apricot pit seed.
She looked at it and
Prophesied a tree,loaded
With fruit.Pie beckoned.
The children laughed at
Her. "O Mother," they said,"It
Will never grow..." But
She planted it and
It towered over them,and
Dropped shimmer-crop neath.
She is gone,woman
Who was proud of her tree.She
Lies in field.Wheatwaves.
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Oh, Susan Stabile!
ReplyDeleteThat tree grows in my hometown
It was saved by love.
Love of a father
Whose daughter parked her car there
Underneath that tree
To catch its cool shade.
Bud and Julie Marie Welch
Met for lunch nearby
Till one day a bomb
Ripped up the place where she worked
Leaving just the tree
A half a building
Shattered lives, limbs, rescuers
A city in shock.
Demolition crews
Were going to tear it down
But Bud saw that tree.
The tree he loved like
His only daughter Julie.
It stands there today.
To earn Webelos,
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It scared me to death.
The pecan tree by
The septic tank grew larger.
And the nuts? Tasty!
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surviving what had come.
while to her left lay
what was left, the house failed to
survive--junk--garbage.
her trunk, her arm, both
pointed to the north not a
leaf or branch in sight.
she alone had stood
katrina's awesome might
mississippi shore.
pictures of her here
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They were guardian oaks
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To bless her as married.
They saw the bride,a
Baby girl in her walker
Try to escape auntie
Saw her grow lively
Play her violin,walk in
House of joy and tiptoes.
She went to New York
Without them and the oaks prayed.
She met a man from Trinidad
They were black and white
And fit together yin and yang
They stumbled,then righted.
Today they pledged,to
Never do without the other.
Oaks themselves watched by God.
David...a stunner!Good Gravy! Do you like cheese? I know a swell place in Madison...
ReplyDeleteListen Osler-- You got everybody iand their brother writing long poems now...whose takin care of our nation's defense? By the way,Geoff sucks.
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ReplyDeleteThe elm was where we
ReplyDeleteKissed first. Carved heart initials
G.M. + M.S.
Why O Why did you
Leave me,Sal? I sit neath elm
Weep salty tears now.
I miss your red lips
Your polka-dot bloomers.Life
Is pure Hell. Call me?
Listen Osler--I am not gonna repeat myself. You know the drill.
ReplyDeleteJackass Boy--you carved
A heart and letters all right
M.S. for Mary Sue.
And I see you with
Her behind the elm,not
Playing pinochle.
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ReplyDeleteWe planted the tree,
ReplyDeleteThe one I loved -- a gingko
Slow grower, he said.
We are no longer
Young. Four years uncertainty.
Then magnificence.
Asymmetrical
Asian limbs reach out
In unfolding fans.
Kitchen window frames
Green beauty which will
Grow tall without us.
Frank Lloyd Wright’s home in
ReplyDeleteOak Park, sits by an arbor --
One massive gingko.
Covers large part of
A city block. Shaded, cool --
Invokes reverie.
Sit there. Embrace yen
To heal the whole of the Earth.
Eden revival.