My Window… #Poetry

 

 

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The three cobnut trees outside my window

Are now dropping their leaves

With the oncoming scent of winter

I shall miss the green swaying dance

The slow tango, that extra rush of wind

When a car goes past

Sending their leaves into a sudden twist

A dance hardly mentioned these days

My age is peeking out from the Peter Pan

Self I know I am…

©anitadawes

Weekend Trip x2 #Poetry

 

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We seemed to be the only people

Sitting in this sun filled cathedral of tall trees

The rock warm beneath me

The space whispered of ancient times

Secrets I wish I could hear

I wondered if the stone I held would speak to me

I heard a loud splash, as if a stone

had been thrown into the river

Looking carefully, I could see no one

I took this as my answer

The stone was mine

I held it in my hand like a sacred treasure, a gift

I wonder what secrets

it might whisper to my waiting mind

I might have to wait a while

As I am not good at meditating

If anything comes, I will let you know…

©Anita Dawes

 

The Other Love in my Life…

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This is the first of many posts (I hope!) about the other part of my life that I love.

Bonsai…

This particular tree is not one of mine but I wish it was. A gingko, one of the oldest trees in living memory and might have been here when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

As you can tell from the trunk, it is very old in this picture too. It can take a many human lifetime for any tree to end up with a such a trunk as this. The leaves too, normally quite large, have become smaller and match the proportions of the tree very well.

Someone has cherished and cared for this beautiful tree for a very long time and I would love to know just how old it really is. Probably worth a small fortune too, which rules me out of ever owning such a specimen.

In the coming weeks I would like to introduce you to other lovely trees, some of them my own. And also just what owning a bonsai really means…

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#FlashFiction 99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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May 16, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes in search of trees. It can be one particular tree, a grove, woods, or forest. What makes the tree worth seeking? Go where the prompt leads!

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I don’t have to go too far to find a great tree.

It is in my garden, my beautiful gum tree.

Tall and magnificent, a small amount of wind

sets it swaying like a row of flamenco dancers

I can almost hear the roots tapping away

in time with the rhythm above.

Soothing and calming my mind.

I sit there often unburdening the misery

I have accrued over the last few days.

I know it listens, never judging.

The soft sway of its leaves above my head,

A blessing, a benediction.

Gentle giants, they are the air we breathe…

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