Seven Trees

In 'Seven Tree Field' whence we come week by week
I've been taking picture of trees
as all seasons come
and the changes are done
of the wonder my camera lens sees

Fascination is there of the wonder and all
to capture and hold and to love
of nature's fine hand
in these tall trees grand
which I see as I look high above

And at the end of the year when the seasons are done
I'll revisit the photos I've snapped
and pick out the best
from all of the rest
to keep all the memories intact

©Jemverse

Photo – ‘Seven Tree Field, New Wharf Farm, Ashurst, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

Three years…

My birthday bonsai's ready
with its little seeds now sewn
the long haul now the waiting
as three years til it is grown
But I have plenty patience
and contented I will wait
watching as it prospers
and will then anticipate
what when 24 comes round
and sixty-five am I
my little tree will look like
from this my new bonsai

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Trees have feelings too

A tree jumped out as I walked by
surprise upon its face
I laughed and smiled right back at him
as I passed close by his space

He seemed quite pleased to see me
when the shock had passed away
so we had a conversation
on this lovely sunny day

He said it was polite of me
to stop and give him time
and most just passed and never paused
which borders on a crime

For conversations with a tree
are something life just does
so ignoring them and passing by
is really rude because

Trees they have some feelings
and need some loving too
just like the one I met today
in Brighton as you do

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Photo – Jempics

Tri-tanka X – tall

3 of 7 for Tri-Tanka week

Majestic it stands
steadfast through the many years
Stoic and resigned
yet with aire of regal poise
absent of all arrogance

Resolute through change
Bereft of foliage it stands
through the winter months
sometimes bound to howling gale
or to frigid iron ice

Commanding an awe
insignificant I stand
and look up and up
to the majestic tall one
ever here and ever near

©Jemverse

Picture – ‘Hayase’ by Yoshida Hiroshi (1933)

The tree-monster’s tail

The tree-monster’s tail
stuck out of the ground
and though it was still
I made little sound
For there was no telling
and never a clue
what it would decide
and choose when to do
So erring on cautions
side I crept by
preferring instead
to let it sleep and lie
And the tree-monster’s tail
stayed still in the cold
as of course it long had
for many years told
But even though maybe
it was going nowhere
I didn’t tempt fate
as I passed by it there

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

New tree

Obi found a little tree
over by the fence
and as it had gone unnoticed
we all paid recompense
Obi ran around a bit
as we thought how nice it was
to plant a new tree in this place
for sustenance because
it really is a lovely field
so what could be a better way
to celebrate it being here
than this new tree today

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Photo – Jempics

The beauty of a tree

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Silhouetted in the sun
the tree in centre field
stands proud of the water
and looks out to the Weald

And out here east of Steyning
on this lovely winter day
I felt so glad to be alive
I shouted loud ‘hooray’!

Life is made for moments
like this, singular and free
especially when confronted by
the beauty of a tree

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

A reflection of winter

I caught an oak’s reflection
in a puddle Friday last
whilst walking in a field
by a tree that I went past

It reminded me that winter
on this chill November day
was close as from its branches
all the leaves had gone away

So I didn’t dilly dally
but paused there just enough
to ponder that reflection
of the tall oak there above

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Photo – Jempics

Little tree gone

We had a tree growing
out of the front wall
which I’m sorry to say had to go
For though it was fine
its roots had entwined
and had threatened the wall, don’t you know

So with a snip of my clippers
it was gone I’m afraid
though I captured it first with a snap
Now I’ll keep a brief
on the wall underneath
in case it decides to grow back

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Photo – Jempics

As a tree

1 of 3 in the ‘Tree’ series from Jemverse

Though I am a poem
I am often as a tree
spreading wide my branches
to the winds and fancy free
Sometimes I am majestic
growing strong and very tall
and other times I’m minuscule
insignificantly small

But whether reaching to the sky
or staying close to ground
you can be quite certain
I will spread my words around
For there are many synergies
as I guess you are aware
between me as a poem
and all the trees out there

So I’ll not waste my breath on those
keep the obvious sublime
although if you really push me
I’ll maybe share sometime
For now though I’m a poem
tall in stature like the tree
sharing a few lines with you
about the things I see

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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