Poem: A Nod to Frost

 

A Nod to Frost

by Shannon P. Laws

 

The woods are lovely dark and deep
There are hidden treasure chests to keep

A stranger blocks my trail so narrow
the shadow falls once pierced by sparrow

Feeding on gnats in the twilight spaces
I see my face on the faces

Along the ways of search and find
great friends there are of every kind

 

 

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Poetry: Apple Tree Orphan

“And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. 
And the boy loved the tree… and the tree was happy.” 
The Giving Tree by Shel Shilverstein


Apple Tree Orphan
Among the green majestic towers
Beneath the canopy looking for sun
A young tree grows
Discarded by its owner
Thrown from the pot
Considered waste and unfruitful
The parents of the forest
shed and share
their bark bits
until the tiny tree’s roots grow
The rain brings nourishment
The animals’ fertilizer
The worms’ compost
Slowly the tree grows
Slowly the flower buds emerge
Slowly the fruit is exposed
Years pass
A hungry mind walks by
Thirsty for fruit
Ready for fruit
The tree once discarded
Has become nourishment for another
Thanks to the ways of the forest
Yet its forest family is confused
We take care of our own
Little tree, why must you
Give up your fruit to anyone?
The tree thinks on this
“I am a fruit tree standing among firs
Your fruit is pine cones, mine apples.
If you knew how tasty they are
You would not wonder why
The fruit lover desires apples not cones”
Little tree, you grow food
That you have no mouth for.
You will never bite into your own apple.
Why would you grow?
Why would you thirst for sun?
Why would you bring forth fruit,
Just to have another eat it?
“My food is in the soil.
My warmth is from the sun.
My joy comes from another’s satisfied smile
At my job well done.”

Yarn Bombing in Germany

Poetry: Green

Oh to be the type of green
that stays green through the frost,
when the ground is white and
branches are heavy with Winter’s weight

Brown red orange,
the colors of fall
most greens do fade
retracting in the cold air

Freezing to the warm summers sun
to be green in all seasons,
fresh to the touch
ever holding the color of LIFE!

Poetry: Droplet


Sitting with a warm cup
sipping down the chamomile
looking up in awe
at the droplets fall

Abstract cutouts of dark trees
create the stage
so I can view you
descending from a silvery cloud

What of that one drop?
Where were you born?
You came from the sky
riding on a morning storm

Where do you live?
You go into the earth
watering a tree
Do you live in the tree?

Where is your home?
In the river as it
slithers back into the ocean
Do you live in the river?

Evaporated by the suns warmth
shrinking you down to mist
floating up to heaven
Are you dying or going home?

Back to the cloud you go
rising up and reborn
only to fall again
when a rain drop you become

Where do you live rain drop?
in the cloud
in the tree
in the river
…in me.