Poèmes sur le thème : tree

Poèmes sur le thème « tree » sur Poets.by.

ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (43)

200 years old or ten thousand former road/streambed rhododendron trunk bare as high as a starving deer’s neck can stretch elevation measured by the number of unripe spikenard berries slow-creeping slope all the tree boles curved to keep their balance
ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (41)

38 years old the one-acre blowdown is all grown up how big was that wind twin basswood trunks still stretch wide one beech limb has grown back into the tree the storm was too much they heard the wind a half mile away the hollow’s own howl
ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (39)

standing among the fallen tuliptrees “common though not abundant” Liriodendron tulipifera massive trunks the mechanics of rising sap still a mystery riffle-patterned bark enough stillness for algae
TristeDave Bonta

The Hollow (38)

fallen cucumbertree the white undersides of its leaves roots lost their grip on the saturated slope seed pods still clenched leaf duff undotted by any black cherries rained out that mob of red trilliums melted away foam in the stream
ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (34)

25 years since the snow that brought it down measured in moss after the chainsaw the silence big as ever windthrow ice storm blizzard where are the canopy gaps of yesteryear one small bird to salvage all those logs winter wren song
JoyeuxDave Bonta

The Hollow (33)

elderly beech bark gathered in folds as if it doesn’t fit right zigzag scar in a hemlock trunk its sealed lips graceful the arc of a tree’s mid-life crisis the vanishing distance between their two positions oakhemlock
RêveurDave Bonta

The Hollow (31)

looking for beechdrops’ nondescript stalks the road down dips up hollow or holler? just ’round the bend the stream falls away deepening ravine trees stretched thin to reach the sky musclewood I was that skinny once
RêveurDave Bonta

The Hollow (28)

road-bank beech tree skinny roots hanging on to each other an exclusive crowd of beeches smart gray bark yet to canker inward-looking a beech tree’s eye- shaped scars even by day the beech grove retains something of the moon
ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (26)

that gap between crowns of adjacent trees and what goes on underground just one fling on the way up fox grape Solomon’s seal withered leaves curl around the glossy black drupe crustose lichen on a rock its complex inner life
ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (24)

salamander under the lifted rock that frozen moment turtleheads self-consciously closing my mouth borer-killed woodpecker-stripped white ashes left behind the salamander’s tail goes on wriggling
ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (21)

old corral two years for horses 47 for trees too red half the maple’s leaves are poison ivy unchanged for 180 million autumns cinnamon ferns fraying scrolls illuminated with blue fungi black birch log
ContemplatifDave Bonta

The Hollow (19)

spring house still keeping the milk- snakes cool the view from my childhood bedroom window I live in it now that walnut sprout we tried to kill with a frisbee eating in its shade cattails overwhelmed by tearthumb the purpose-driven life