Ghost Train RadioCrown Bouquet
Posted on December 18, 2021
There is a special place
In heaven for those who love
Their eyes are wide open
To the beauty below and above
There is a special place
In hell for those who hate
Their eyes are closed shut
The dark abyss their fate
Get yourself a Crown Bouquet
Love thy neighbor
And soon you'll experience
What the word human is for
Satellite Constellation
Posted on December 12, 2021
It's warmth and beauty
Like a Satellite Constellation
Surrounds me
Comforts me
Just yards from my bed
The Smoke Tree
Has sugar plum foliage
Dancing in my head
Five leaf pedal power
Color clusters
Bathe mine eyes
Like a bed of spring flowers
More Tales From The Smoke Tree
Posted on December 11, 2021
Some entity
Is trying to keep me happy
Maybe that entity
Is the Smoke Tree
A fascinating species
Cousin of the Sumac
Sumacs from my youth
This memory takes me back
Newton, New Jersey
Youthful days in the woods
Next to our house
In our neighborhood
We used sumac branches
As swords
With garbage can lids
As shields for Kings and Lords
3000 miles away
Also near Route 80
Funny how a highway
Defines me
But I digress
Isn't it funny
What a tree can do
When I reminisce
Autumn’s Last Stand!
Posted on December 11, 2021
Like a fireworks show
They've saved the best for last
My neighbors Smoke Tree
Can't be surpassed
Its almost Christmas
Its a gift from Heaven
Or Father Christmas
And its turned up to eleven
The best gifts in life are free
Just like this tree
All you have to do
Is open your eyes and see
Beauty in The Past Tense
Posted on December 9, 2021
I had a tree
That had gorgeous
Multicolored leaves
It was a scraggly tree
A sad Liquid Amber
Barely hanging on
I should have cared for it
Now it's gone
It was in our forest
Amongst the canopy
I thought it wild
- That it didn't need me
Yet for years
It offered it's leaves
I suppose as a way
To get attention from me
The moral of this story
Is open your eyes
Take care of all things
And you'll grow wise
The Golden Carpet
Posted on December 7, 2021
It never gets old
In Winter
Our garden carpet
Is a bright yellow-gold
The lazy long shadows
Illuminate the leaves
Showing off color
That's hard to believe
The Golden hills of Summer
Dried hills of grass
Can't quite compete
With Winters Repast
Tree Bones
Posted on December 6, 2021
When the leaves all Fall
In Fall
The trees
Expose
Their Tree Bones
Trees
Are quite self conscious
They'd like some privacy
(You might know
What I mean)
Usually
We pay them no mind
Trees in Winter seem empty
Lifeless
Nothing to see
But like us humans
Without bones -
We couldn't stand
Imagine boneless trees
That's obscene!
The End of Autumn
Posted on December 5, 2021
The end of Autumn
My favorite season
Next up is Winter
Morning frost freezing
Time to look carefully
At Winters Stark Beauty
Get out my camera
My new Call of Duty
The branches of trees
Are skeleton bones
Structural beauty
With natural earth tones
Golden Gingko
Posted on December 3, 2021
Golden Gingko
Don't tell me
You've heard this one before
Your golden leaves I adore
Against the sky
Of Royal Blue
You send a message
That rings true
Although your leaves
Are green during summer and spring
Its your yellow golden leaves
In autumn that really sings
The Shoes on Their Feet
Posted on December 3, 2021
When you see others
Out on the street
You should remember
To look at their feet
Think about walking
Around in their shoes
You'll then learn why
They do what they do
Life isn't easy
But it is wonderful
With our compassion
There's nothing we can't do
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