Planting the Alder by Seamus Heaney Birches by Robert Frost
A Shropshire Lad 2: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now by A.E. Houseman
Planting a Dogwood by Roy Scheele
Elm by Sylvia Plath
Firwood by John Clare
POEM IN WHICH I DO NOT TELL MY ENEMIES HOW LONG I’VE BEEN STARING AT THIS GRAPEFRUIT TREE by Casimir Wojciech
Hawthorn Queen by Jane McKie
The Ivy-Wife by Thomas Hardy
Sleeping under the Juniper Tree by Pauline Stainer
Kowhai tree by Celso Roger Bird
This Lime Tree Bower My Prison by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Maple Tree by John Clare
I Had a Little Nut Tree anon
I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing by Walt Whitman
Binsey Poplars by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Quiver tree by Eric Plattner
The Rowan by Violet Jacob
Sycamore Gap by Zoe Mitchell
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
THE UMBRELLA TREE by Adell Foster
Viburnum (laurustinus) by James Montgomery
In The Willow Shade by Christina Rossetti
Xylosma ( Xylosma congestum ) by Neva Schauer Glenn
Yew Trees by William Wordsworth
Zelkova by Bryan Thao Worra
But this one of mine does actually mention a tree:
At Conishead Priory I’ve never been one
for hugging trees
but this was a belter so old so here
so stopping us in our tracks that I allowed myself a touch
so it wasn’t so much hugging as feeling history
I don’t think of this later as a woman in purple
leads us in a taster of fifteen minutes of silent meditation
and all I can think of is how clean the carpet is
and quite how hideous the idols and offerings are
which is all a bit confusing as the temple is lovely
which reminds me of that track through woods to the Bay
and wondering if these people are always lost in thought
are they allowed the physicality of enjoying their bodies
is there a Zen of running on beaches.
First published in Acumen Literary Journal 90, January 2018 Thanks for reading, Terry Quinn Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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