Tall tree overhead
Trunks sprouting like fireworks
In this haiku I wanted to render a tree outside my parents’ new home. This tree, which none of us could identify, grows just off their patio. It rises about forty feet, or so. Its leaves are a translucent emerald green, and this poem is one of several in the series meant to help them remember beauty that surrounds them. The tree is in their yard and will likely be there for a long time, but I wanted to leave a reminder of what they had already told us they liked. It seems presumptuous to write a poem that tries to give something, like an appreciation, that they already have. I suppose that the poem shows, more than anything, my desire that they enjoy their new home. Like most writing, these poems are meant for someone else, while meaning at least as much to the writer. The first line of the poem begins with a suggestion of protection. The tree is tall, and its leaves create a canopy overhead to help shield my parents from sun and rain.
The second line made me work hardest; I wanted to capture the shape and arc of the multiple trunks. They grow from a tight beginning then flare out and up. I don’t recall the images I tried, but I like this one, and my niece’s endorsement confirms my satisfaction with it. I suspect that I like the fireworks image not only for its physical description, but also for its association with the celebratory event.
p.s. I have attached no images to this post because I found none that match this particular tree. Readers will have to use the poem to imagine it.
3 responses to “homegrown haiku 5”
I am wondering about a “presentation/publication” of these: a kind of “annotated haiku” style. With photos. The cardinal shot is stellar! The tripartite notion of brief haiku with expanded prose commentary with visual/photo enhancement. I’ve not seen that in a book before…It is all really beautiful and unique!
Nice idea. Thanks. I have several more to go in this anniversary series. Your idea reminds me of Dante’s VITA NUOVA, which I have carried in my memory for some time. It may be time to read it, to watch how he handles the prose commentary. I can reach his book from where I sit; time will tell.
Brown and Dante….Sounds right.