{"id":97429,"date":"2012-10-04T15:04:15","date_gmt":"2012-10-04T19:04:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/97429\/poems-dendrological-love-lore-wood\/"},"modified":"2012-10-04T15:04:15","modified_gmt":"2012-10-04T19:04:15","slug":"poems-dendrological-love-lore-wood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/97429\/poems-dendrological-love-lore-wood\/","title":{"rendered":"POEMS: Dendrological Love Lore and Would That Wood Could"},"content":{"rendered":"

These were created for the CPC Thematic Attic Thursday poetry challenge<\/a>. \u00a0Diane and Bettie want writes about “if you were as a tree.”<\/strong><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

\"TreeLove100312\"<\/a>
\n Dendrological Love Lore<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Out in a forest with no ends in sight,
\ntheir drama played out in the day and the night.
\nStanding together at edge of a clearing
\nenmeshed branches rubbing and creaking endearing.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Love in the forest occurs without fanfare
\nfrom seedling to sapling as long as the sun’s there.
\nOnce grown up so tall, buoying leaf canopies,
\nshading below where no flying bird sees.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Silently smiling when spring brings their greening.
\nBreezes of summer cause rustlings with meaning.
\nColors of Fall show such deep passions burning.
\nWhile naked in winter, love grows from new yearning.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Thus have the forests held secrets primeval,
\nbegun when the first trees supplanted upheaval.
\nSteady and strong in the precious complexion
\nQuietly loving with nature’s affection. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Copyright October 3rd 2012 RGD<\/font><\/p>\n


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These were created for the CPC Thematic Attic Thursday poetry challenge. \u00a0Diane and Bettie want writes about “if you were as a tree.” Dendrological Love Lore Out in a forest with no ends in sight, their drama played out in the day and the night. Standing together at edge of a clearing enmeshed branches rubbing […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-97429","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97429","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97429"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97429\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97429"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97429"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97429"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}