Standing alone atop a hill,sunrays weave their waylike a pinball gamethrough drooping branches This solitary tree enchantsin its graceful dancethin branches flow with the breeze An unkept wooden fencestruggles to perform its only roledecades of neglectturned panels to obstacles Creaking and moaning panelsyield to the wind’snear constant demands The melody of the treein harmony withContinue reading “The Willow”
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since the sun goes too
The sun beating down on everything in its pathThe air, so humid, feels like a hot bath.So I sit beneath a huge canopied tree,Hoping for relief, oh please, let me be. The sun goes down, but the heat’s still high,The moonlit night feels heavy and sighs.The morning burns bright, with more heat to bear,We’re livingContinue reading “since the sun goes too”
The Tree
Spring arrives as teardrop buds nudge winter from the garden Temperatures riseEncouraging budsTo look to the sunWhile emerging petalsMake a colorful debut Summer coaxes the magnolia blossomstheir beauty on full displaywhite flowers pepper green leaves,a striking contrast of lifeThe blossoms’ beauty fades,Lonely leaves remain Their fragrance drifts freely,carried far and wide by the wind QuietContinue reading “The Tree”
The Forgotten Garden
I’m sitting on a bench in the forgotten garden,nestled in the center of a city. Thousands of people rush past,as trees, shrubs, and birds go unseen. No longer noticing the fragrancefrom the blooming flowers. I found my way in,closed my eyes,attempted to erase the overgrowth thatswallowed the garden whole. Bushes twice their size,blocking the gate,actingContinue reading “The Forgotten Garden”
Ripples Erase the Past
The stillness of the pondpaints a picture of calm Reflections speak to themagnolia as its brancheshang just out of reach Silence encourageslife hidden from viewto come enjoy the day This old park,recently brought backto life, tendedby many sets of hands Uncovering stories oncetold, whispers shared,quick glances that said,I’ll always be near Vibrant colors infuseour moods,Continue reading “Ripples Erase the Past”
The Tree That Listens
I listen.Yes, I listen. The first conversationI recall listening towas about me — “now make sure you choose just the right place to plant it. It will grow big and strong and it anchors into the ground with spreading roots.”— “so, should we put it in the middle of the field? Is that a goodContinue reading “The Tree That Listens”
Branches of Time
Tree branches bursting with new growthhang over an already overgrown garden.A testament to nature’s resiliencethriving in the city park. Carefully constructed nestsglimmer with recycled materialas scavenged twigs reinforce the frame. Moss hanging from the large branchesfinds its way into the nest,creating a soft landingfor much anticipated new life. Mockingbirds singwhile preparing and protecting their newContinue reading “Branches of Time”
Hidden Garden
Traffic patterns build as night turns to day.Cars and trucks honking, get out of my way. Exhaust forms a barrier we just can’t escape,It yells at our senses, this asphalt landscape. Cars driving by let us know they’re here,With constant traffic it’s all that we hear. Tall buildings towering just overhead,Cement demands your attention instead.Continue reading “Hidden Garden”
The Garden
The days of children running across the grassand skipping pebbles in the pond slowly fade.The sculptured bushes once manicured and well tendedhave started to show their neglect. A path once wornby the presence of countless footstepshas grass runners reaching across from opposing sides.An interrupted hopscotch pattern remainsas a silent reminderthat children once played here. OvergrowthContinue reading “The Garden”
First Chair
I stroll through a beautiful garden, enjoying the perfumed scent of the gardenias, when I notice the scent of jasmine lingering nearby. Jasmine, growing alongside the gardenias, competes for the senses. The white flower blossoms co-mingle, contrasting with the deep green leaves. The flowers seem to whisper in place, shyly dancing in the breeze. TheContinue reading “First Chair”
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