Plant poems- poems about plants (ex. flowers, trees)
In a Tree
Rough bark scrapes my thigh.
The little tree bends and dips as I shift.
But I feel
right at home up
so high.
Smooth rope is like
a metal rod, taught and stiff
in my hands as it hold my weight.
Green leaves shift
in the soft cool breeze,
never staying, always changing.
But I feel
right at home up
so high.
Flower
The little flower greets the sun
that warms the day
Tiny leaves twirl along furry stem.
Roots push through rich black dirt and flick around underground stones.
Pink petals unfold, swimming in golden dusted air.
Grass reaches for the sky.
A laughing stream gurgles by, licking at shores
littered by perfect pine cones.
Soft grey squirrels frolic in the
blue framed tendrils
of budding trees and old evergreens.
Flower
A bud opens to the gentle
Light of the golden sun
Silky pink petals unfold
Swimming in light.
Tree
I lean against a tree.
My cheek presses
into cold ruff bark.
I melt into the magic.
I drift into dreams
of streams made of rushing sap,
and travel through rings of wood.
Drought
Rain
Construction
Abandonment
Overgrowth
Fire
Each ring has a story long and clear
A picnic of the Robberts in shiny summer sun.
A quiet winter with only snow for company.
A cabin- a village.
A city- a jungle
Thick ring
Thin ring
Dark ring
White ring
Whoosh!
Suddenly I am back.
A voice calls my name.
Rough bark scrapes my thigh.
The little tree bends and dips as I shift.
But I feel
right at home up
so high.
Smooth rope is like
a metal rod, taught and stiff
in my hands as it hold my weight.
Green leaves shift
in the soft cool breeze,
never staying, always changing.
But I feel
right at home up
so high.
Flower
The little flower greets the sun
that warms the day
Tiny leaves twirl along furry stem.
Roots push through rich black dirt and flick around underground stones.
Pink petals unfold, swimming in golden dusted air.
Grass reaches for the sky.
A laughing stream gurgles by, licking at shores
littered by perfect pine cones.
Soft grey squirrels frolic in the
blue framed tendrils
of budding trees and old evergreens.
Flower
A bud opens to the gentle
Light of the golden sun
Silky pink petals unfold
Swimming in light.
Tree
I lean against a tree.
My cheek presses
into cold ruff bark.
I melt into the magic.
I drift into dreams
of streams made of rushing sap,
and travel through rings of wood.
Drought
Rain
Construction
Abandonment
Overgrowth
Fire
Each ring has a story long and clear
A picnic of the Robberts in shiny summer sun.
A quiet winter with only snow for company.
A cabin- a village.
A city- a jungle
Thick ring
Thin ring
Dark ring
White ring
Whoosh!
Suddenly I am back.
A voice calls my name.