November

Wind whips
the tips of trees
as the leaves
leap and swirl
dive and whirl
Scarlet corners brown and curl.
Grey sheets of rain batter the door
as fire crackles, safe from storm–warm
blackened wood smells of home,
yet even so,
my heart would roam.

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From the Ground Up: The Lessons of the Trees

Their roots are tangled, twisted,
knotty with age–
and with strength!
carving through soil and stone with power.
Inside the dappled land,
they loop together,
as if the trees were holding hands.

Their trunks a senseless-seeming maze
No wrong turns,
no blockades, except the ones
the earth has made.
Broad and defiant,
they stand,
proud, unmoving and
united in diversity.
Under the stars
they are as they are–

until they break.
Their branches sway,
supple and alive.
They are expression
barren to the sky,
Caretakers of the screech owl
and the robin
alike.

Their leaves are fragile,
victims of the wind,
but lovely.
Spinning, life-filled art of earth,
diffusing sunlight to the world:
They will bear the seeds–
The lessons of the trees.

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A Collection of Descriptive Poems

“Storm”
A swirl of whirling wind-wind
A freely blazing rage
The sudden stunning lightning
Roaring rhythm to the rain.

“Woods”
Dazzling dappled sunlight
Through golden-greenish leaves
As spinning spiraled breezes
Stir the song into the trees.

“Twilight”
Nature races backwards
In orange and purple light;
Silent shadowed secrets
In the magic not-quite-night.