Tagged: tree
Morning Whine
Haibun The coffee maker still gurgles after nearly an after hour. A steady electric hum drowns out the chorus of birdsongs, save one. Gray clouds swallow the sky. The rain triggers an ache across...
Spring Recess Reverie
Haibun The essays are graded and packed away. Enjoying my newfound freedom, I sit outside. My right arm, shoulder, and pectoral burn in the sun. A Harley sounds. The sugar maple, where I hung...
Distorted Realities
Poem what is it that you see? a shadow sneaking behind me, trying to hit me in the soul, steal my blood and laugh it is just the black tree top moving on the...
Spring Deferred
Haibun It’s usually warmer here. Mira has spent many happy moments seated at this bench, soaking in the sun. Late afternoon shadows fall. A breeze rustles the endless dried oak and maple leaves still...
Spring Suite, Part II: Blossoming
Haibun The Ramos’ dogwoods are in full bloom. Cream petals, in the late morning sun — from out of nowhere. sapling swaying in a breeze robin’s flight more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by...
Fickle Weather
Haibun A gray canopy scatters in a sudden wind. Sunlight bathes the parched grass in radiance it no longer needs. A moment later, one last cloudbank eclipses the sun. budding Maple yearning for warmer...
Blossoming Terrors
Haibun The Japanese Maple grew in the center of 52 Holland’s front yard. Its long branches stretch to the sky like a petitioning priest. Its maroon foliage crowns the tree like a lion’s...
A Christmas Poem for the Lonely
Poem I know the sleigh bells are ringing and the Furs are more Noble than they are any other time of the year. Fire places usually dark and dusty are finally lit and...
This Year’s Christmas Tree
Haibun Deep Evergreen. Full. Red and gold balls and bells; tops with gilded bands; Russian-esque spires all around. Four sets of lights; the white nina doll ornaments Mira loves. The giant bow. Our...
Listening To The Tree
Poems About Nature Twisting out from the ground Making a reach out to the impossible Leaning into the wind The music of gnarled roots Pulsing through chipping Skin and veins A dog curls...
