Family Tree

A poem for my mother. 16 haikus with an overlapping story.

Growing like the bark

On the family tree, branching

Watch saplings prosper

 

Out on the water

Skipping stones skimming timeless

The waves rigid, one

 

The cliff shines heavens’

Glare of eyes upon stone paths

We step towards morn

 

The cerulean sky

Clouds hang on starlit alleys

Familiar blossoms

 

Full as the new moon

Light spirited sun on backs

Reminds me of home’s warmth

 

Together, always

Through thick and thin flocking birds

Light as a feather

 

Fly through illusions

The past still real, full, green

Glistens dew, new leaves

 

Buds of rosaries

Priests of Elysium’s court

Spencer Smith Park Spring

 

Candian geese on

The lake Ontario, wings high

We, not so different

 

Free as the breeze sings

The smell of new life

And old, strong dawn’s roots

 

High as the tallest

Sycamore, Oak, Willow

Immortal, alive

 

Green as the forests

Blue as the waters, clear skies

Tangled in family

 

Growing like the bark

On the family tree, branching

Watch saplings prosper

 

Anew the old be

Blossoming together, one

Heralds of the next

Parilous storms may come

But they will never knock down

Such mother's of the

Forest's many pearls

Emeralds, sapphire lifelines

Entangled, yet free

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Both of you are lucky to have each-other. Apart from that this is a nice poetry about natural beauty, imagery is good but I expected more than this.