tree – C & K

My Love

For I found you in the forest,
you with your ancient arms and legs.

When I found you, there was silence,
for we did not need to speak.

For I found an ancient tree,
and
you taught me so much about love.

The Rosewood Tree

Deserted
a lonely tree grows
Tired
waiting by the rubbish
Troubled sleep
awakened
The tree is bleeding

the last urban tree

Favourite Tree

You cried on the inside
when they cut your childhood
tree down for the fire.

You met her in nature,
a beautiful tree, you thought,
swaying in the forest.

Then you drew her in
charcoal on fine parchment,
for everything about her

was your favourite tree.

The Old Tree

There was nothing bad
it was quiet and simple
death by the old tree

Saturday Morning Haiku

Saturday morning
Autumn leaves and a puddle
Coffee and the tree

A tree song
sung in the key of winter,
yet there is a melody here.

Her river art
is painted with romanticism,
yet her art is unclassified.

I stand still,
full of longing and sorrow,
yet she cheers me along.

Dressed in simple cotton robes, six gathered around the point of examination.

They hesitated. All were too afraid to touch such a foreign-looking living thing.

Braver than the others, one touched a branch a thumb. All followed, touching the last two trees.

The tree stands tall in the lounge room awaiting decorations.

Amongst the decorations lay many ornaments; some new, others old.

A wooden ornament passed from generation to generation sits oddly on the table.

Tabetha picks it up, and says, “Why am I made of wood?”

#TreeSquare Squares

Entwine the tree branches of your soul with mine and dance with me in this forest.

Swirling and twirling around and around, we get closer and closer and closer.

Soon your branches move within and ignite a lust so swift.

The forest sings, your heart beats fast, and the world blurs.