Poetry of Trees (ft. Original Poetry)

The Virtue of a Winter Tree

by Sarah Paynter

Look to the trees in winter

Barren and yet they live.

Cold kiss of snow

clothes their naked bark,

No fruit tonight will they give.

Somber yet ever hopeful

Up to sky arms outstretched.

Its branches reach

To hold hands with God

In sky, silhouette is etched.

Though she may live where clouds fly,

Grounded unto cold ground.

Intimately

mingles with stone earth.

Through slow strength, a lover found.

Where lives the hope in springtime?

There expectations die:

They give new birth

To reality.

In barren confidence dreams reside.

Trees

By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

Buy only God can make a tree.

Jeffrey Daniel

"I realize there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go."

                                                            Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

                                                                    And miles to go before I sleep.

Kahlil Gibran

"Trees are poems that Earth writes upon the sky."