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 