These redwood giants stand up,

Their deep roots feeding the earth pleasure,

And their shoots flirting with the sun.

Nobody will climb them except in the forest

Where just that way past the hill the sensual ones

Are blushing under silent caresses.

I met one that was like an octopus

Whose beak I sensed but never felt.

Firmly gripped--soft arms on me

In a fog, not sure what I saw.

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Comment by Arthur James on June 30, 2013 at 1:54am

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Cloud and Tree watching cleanses.

Leaf and branches sway in dance.

It's health to marvel at root tilth,

and trees canopy rise in adoration.

Nature rids of nasty strife sense,

and human tongues stirred feud.

Fowl of the air sing as a chorus.

Trees never act dishonorable.

Maybe in fog a ghost visit.

Unseen and disembodied,

a `Spirit damnation, and

preferably wonder. Awe.

Trees are all awesome.  

Comment by James Mark Emmerling on June 30, 2013 at 6:44am

You write very sensually about trees, dontcha?

Their deep roots feeding the earth pleasure,/And their shoots flirting with the sun…

I for one will never feel boredom in the forest again!

In fact, I am heading out into the woods now...

 

Comment by JMac1949 Today on June 30, 2013 at 7:52am

A Redwood forest in the fog from the Pacific is a wonderful place.  R&L

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