I am fascinated by Trees. Not only by the energy they exude but also by their almost human-like quality in the stories that are told when you look more closely. I have quite a collection of tree photos taken over serval year’s time and I never tire of being inspired to write about what I see. Maybe these will inspire you to stop, and take a closer look. Enjoy!
Having A Bad Hair Day *
Tendrils are flying everywhere
And not a breeze in sight
I’m just a mass of tangled wisps.
I tried to keep it all contained and finely coiffed
But I kept growing and so did my mane of branches
But, soon you’ll see me in all my glory
Green leaves, full and swaying in the breeze.
I guess it’s not a bad hair day after all
Just my wild and natural side coming through.
Just Blowing Smoke
Quick! Before they see me
One more puff in and
Hold it – hold it – hold it!
I just can’t help myself
Clouds are billowy and
The temptation of smokey taste
Is too much to resist.
Make Way *
Look Out
Coming Through
Make Way As I Stretch
My Limbs In Circle Wide.
I Reach With Some
And Dig With Others
Some Lay In Rest And Repose
And Others Hold Me Strong And Straight.
Everyone Knows Me
And My Deft Handiwork
Has Spread Far And Wide
Of All The Trees In The Forest
I Cover The Most Ground.
The Gathering
Gather round and lean in closer
There’s work to be done.
We are much stronger
When we stand together.
Look out and see that
One standing all alone.
Nothing to bolster
Nothing to shelter
No one to turn to
Such a shame
So all alone.
But if we stand even
Taller and stronger
Together we can
Shelter from the winds
That one who stands all alone.
If we dig deeper we may even
Be able to reach with rooty
Support and help to anchor.
If we stretch even further branchy
Limb may just be able to touch.
But for now we are only together
And the one still stands alone.
Lady Slipper *
Tap- tap, sounds out the heel
Curve of arch and long high top
Space open and wide enough for
delicate curve of mossy foot.
There is no price I can put upon it
And none shall wear it as you will
The Great Mother crafted it just for you.
* Excerpted from:
The Enchanted Gate by Robin Fennelly
The Magickal Pen 
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