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It’s allergy season – Achoo!… Read More Achoo Achoo
It’s allergy season – Achoo!… Read More Achoo Achoo
The fog reached down In an embrace Or was It really An attempt to erase All that the forest Had ever seen The dark, the light The nightmares and dreams The moments when echoes Arrived from outside To infiltrate Deep inside Mistaking the forest For singular trees The fog lifted The vast forest was seen… Read More The Forest
The trees are feeling chill Laid-back and carefree The mood is contagious If only you’ll let it be Rising up to autumn’s sun Bowing under fall’s full moon Just being in the moment Whether morning, night, or noon Multi-colored tie-dye Speckled on their leaves The trees are feeling groovy Swaying in the breeze
With good intentions I give you a home Within this land Where you may grow Dig deep And flourish Upon this earth It is my hope The future Knows your worth As I gently tuck you In the dirt
The trees bloom In shades of pink Bright white Light purple Cotton candy dreams To remind us Life’s much sweeter Than it sometimes seems
Tree buds red and plump Reach for skies clear and blue At last spring’s breakthrough
She caught herself staring At a desolate tree Peeling bark and leafless branches Reaching Into the cold Crystal blue sky Where puffy clouds floated Aloofly by Unaware of its reach For something Nothing Anything at all She caught herself staring At a cardinal Just starting to sing And found a lifeline Between Fall and spring
Two trees stood tall Brothers side-by-side At the edge of the field With no place to hide ~ One noticed changes All subtle at first Its leaves streaked in color Its roots a new thirst ~ But, the other found excuses Afraid of too much, too soon Noting, the air’s not cool enough And the… Read More Two Trees
“Herman, cut your hair!” Echoed through the grove If he’d heard it once or 1,000 times Herman surely did not know ~ He rather liked the way his hair fell Conveniently obscuring his face From his overbearing mother Whose branches crowded his space ~ Yet each time the wind blew Herman let down his hair… Read More Herman
When Sarah Murphy planted A single seed many years ago Never in her wildest dreams Did she imagine how tall it’d grow; For months the young girl waited Hoping patiently That with the thaw of winter A miracle she would see; On hands and knees, she searched The muddy dirt and debris Until her hand,… Read More Sarah’s Sycamore
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