#NatureSpeaks: 30 #Poems in 30 Days – Day 24: The Flush of Fall, by K. Hartless

The trees have ruddy cheeks
after a season of heavy drinking,
but as rays and rains retreat,
a skeletal hand
beckons me to lie in shadow
below my favorite tulip tree,
amidst the signature pattern
of DNA forestry.

If I escape into unknown dark,
a place sunlight can never hold,
will knowledge be bestowed
from the underside
of limb and branch?
I duck and take a chance, besides
enlightenment never trickles.
It is always avalanche.

The bark, a sort of braille,
is a hidden language,
and by touching it we speak,
myself and ancient tulip tree,
sharing spells through silent system,
wrinkled body ‘gainst wrinkled hand.
Is that not real wisdom?


The Flush of Fall was inspired by the poem Limbs and Leaves. You can read more of K.’s poetry at Yard Sale of Thoughts.



Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press


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poplar seed, Published at MasticadoresUSA

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, poplar seed, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.

poplar seed

the apple orchard
lives along the shadows
of a love that lingers

sometimes in the gallows

of a destiny told to me
once upon a story made…

I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!


Photo by habunman, Pixabay


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a moonbeam…

desires encapsulate me like the moon,
as inside my being I swoon,
looking to the sky,
watching the

moon
go
by

as clouds filter through
the darkness,
the shadow of which
becomes the
hardest

to recognize

it is the mirrored
reflection I see, when
dancing with the trees

and
becoming
more than
one dreamed

until the last particle of
my being is seen…

and, love is blossomed in-between
the rivers full of life,
and me

a moonbeam…


Photo by stafichukanatoly, Pixabay


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with all their scars, Published at Spillwords Press

I am super excited to announce that my poem, with all their scars, is now available at Spillwords Press. I big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.

with all their scars

they say, life
is a performance
of sorts, played out
on the background of
perceived solidity

young children,
learning quickly…

I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!


Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash


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