Tree Dreams

The distant hills are age-old forested in greenish black-

birds singing wind blowing at all points and one baby

inconsolably crying a dozen shades of green in the garden

leaves reaching to the open song-filled sky roses blown

and fading (beauty, too, in fading) and the garden needs

no consolation

                                I dreamed I was a hundred-rooted plant

deep-spreading in earth magnificent sidewalk-breaking

strength like next-door cherry fruiting bright red and blood-

red under cloud-bowed sky sheltering the blackbirds shading

the inconsolable
 

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11 thoughts on “Tree Dreams

  1. Amazing dream Jennifer! …”a hundred-rooted plant

    deep-spreading in earth magnificent sidewalk-breaking

    strength like next-door cherry fruiting bright red and blood-

    red under cloud-bowed sky sheltering the blackbirds shading

    the inconsolable”
    I love the metaphor: “one baby inconsolably crying a dozen shades of green”. Something so powerful in the roots of this “tree dreams”… Thank you!

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    1. Thanks so much–the tree/root was actually in my dream this morning. I don’t usually remember them so vividly, but the poet part of my brain said, write it down! 🙂

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