Linked to: http://dversepoets.com/2014/05/06/tree-poetry/
firm,
rooted
in granite of
towering rockies,
standing tall as all
blue spruce kin
round mountain glen of
colorado columbine,
i stretch my limbs
to shake off loose needles
in cool alpine breeze.
i whisper my secrets
in blue shade as
eagle soars above
my shaggy crown into thin
blue canopy of sky
where ancient stars blaze,
and gazed down on my
ancestors who succumbed
to wild forest fires lit
by blue lightning;
those charred remains
fertilize my offspring
as evergreen generations of
conifers rise up, and up.
i show protective
mother love for shy
dark-eyed chipmunks
that dart under my skirts
and offer patient tolerance
to raucous mountain blue jays
who build messy nests in my arms,
glad
to be
alive.
a poem in my pocket 
May 08, 2014 @ 08:40:13
what a fine layout…and lovely write…
May 08, 2014 @ 00:48:25
Super charming. K.
May 07, 2014 @ 18:09:47
I love the blue spruce,, and columbine.. when I was hiking in Colorado those moments when all this things combine were the best.. and I like the shape too.
May 07, 2014 @ 13:58:09
I really enjoyed this poem, even more so after I finished reading it and noticed its shape. Smiles. I could really feel the heart of this tree from your words!
May 07, 2014 @ 13:30:39
…was struck by your repetition of the color ‘blue’ here as in spruce, sky, lightning. Strong write
May 07, 2014 @ 11:20:49
Very well done lynndiane, I like the personification you expressed.
May 07, 2014 @ 10:58:32
Your personification of the tree is skillfully done ~ I love the mother heart & patience for other creatures ~
Shaped words are clever too ~
May 07, 2014 @ 03:58:18
whispering secrets in blue shade….nice…stretching those needles out…
glad you take care of the munks as well…cool concrete poem too…smiles.
May 07, 2014 @ 03:42:40
Your lovely poem was very visual… I could see it in my mind… Diane
May 07, 2014 @ 03:30:39
We went through Yellowstone right after the big fire – and over the years have been back again and again to see how it renews.
May 07, 2014 @ 03:07:05
Your poem shaped very nicely. I saw the tree.