A melancholy poem, reminiscent of my haiku, winner of an honourable mention in the 2001 Kaji Aso haiku contest, and published in the Dasoku, the HSA Newsletter, Upstate Dim Sum, and elsewhere. It's also the title poem of my "Tagged with Ribbons" trifold, which I have on my website.
a few pines
tagged with ribbons . . .
A sad one. Just like the end of summer, nobody likes to witness the demise of a tree, whether this be through necessity, deforestation or natural causes such as disease. Although some trees can live for a lot longer than humans, they too have a natural lifespan.
I heard a few days ago that a very old tree on the main street of my hometown has just been cut down because it was leaning dangerously over the footpath (sidewalk) I remember the tree in question because it stood outside the bakery where my grandmother used to send me for a treat during the school lunch break. The trunk was very knobbly and looked like it had features!
This was a nostalgia-filled haiku for me. Thank you, Bryan.
I both used to look after a tree nursery in Queensland, as part of a 2000 acre landcare project, as well as plant trees, and water them correctly every day. I even helped design both a coppice, and a new pocket rainforest.
It was an amazing responsibility that I took very seriously, despite being an unpaid volunteer, and it was great fun driving a big water truck on my own, but I knew how vital those trees were for many reasons.
If trees fell, naturally of course, on the land, they would be left undisturbed, which I believe is World Heritage practice, rather than cut them up. Leaving them be they create new brilliant habitants for all kinds of creatures as well as nutrients going back.
We've had trees cut down on spurious grounds by developers so they could clear a few acres of bramble as well for incredibly expensive new design housing. It was brilliant for the wildlife and the birds, pre-pandemic, could drown out that horrible incessant traffic background noise.
Trees and birds are a wonderfu combination.
the lebanon tree utters
a call of three caws
Honourable Mention, Only One Kagoshima Tree Haiku Contest (Japan 2015)
heat of the city
the wraiths of gulls
out of beech trees
Unfortunately part of an ancient oak forest close to me is being cleared to make space for a nursing home and residential apartments, Alan. There was of course a lot of opposition from environmental groups, but sadly the courts decided to allow building to progress. :(
When I was younger the green belt was sacrosanct but now rather than use other types of land, this high quality land is destroyed for concrete. There are so many other places that can be used. In Chippenham two areas for residential homes are being built on a car showroom, and decades disused land of a long closed down police station and a school. That makes sense!
Astonishingly chicken farms are destroying English rivers because of the fertilisers and excrement simply rain-washed straight into those rivers. The same might be the case for other areas in the UK?
It's as if we hate nature.
the snow-spinning wind
I dream of only big trees
in my prison yard
Runner Up, The IAFOR Vladimir Devidé Haiku Award 2015
The International Academic Forum (IAFOR)