#acacia
You're a cherry blossom tree under the spring moonlight.
When your beautiful leaves are falling down sliding in my hair,
I want to fall with them-Like the sun falling into dust.
In summer, You smell like the sun.
but when spring arrives, your leaves blooms into beautiful colors.
You make the beauty of a different season.
You're a cherry blossom tree standing at the heart of an eternal season.
And may love blossom from your soul.💖
#J.G.⭐
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
I remember.
There was that time,
When she was still happy in the field of stars.
In a happy time line,
She was clear in the telescope.
But she faded away from his sight.
I remember.
The time when she smiled at him
and wished there was a river
where she could swim back to him.
But the river of stars was too vague.
That it felt like with no end.
I remember.
The time when her memories
was like a ring of asteroids
at the heart of the solar system
that orbit his mind.
She was never gone.
But just lost in the universe.
Unseen in the telescope.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
The Acacia Tree
in deep dark night,
the poet,
our acacia
reminds me thusly, thereby missioning me:
St Pol Roux once said: "Facing the sea, man is closer to God."
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"Acacia is a genus of flowering plants in the legume family, known for being thorny trees and shrubs that are iconic to African savannas but also found in other warm, arid regions. They are valued for their durable timber, tannin-rich bark, and gum arabic, and many species are cultivated for their attractive flowers. Acacias are nitrogen-fixing plants that improve soil fertility and provide habitat for wildlife"
this poet,
our acacia who lives in an
orbis^
beneath her owned Acacia tree,
sirrounded by an inner quietude,
this poet is highly valued for kind humanity,
and adds:
**distant you all feel
where’d your applause go
where’s the cheering on
now there seems to be
a tumbleweed floating
through where you
all should be seated,
taking attendance
and participants
and experience
my words*"
she asks only that:
*"like you to drink me like i’m wine
pour my words in your glass as wine
sip on me slowly like i’m wine
drink my words as if they’re wine
be drunk from me like you would wine"*
but be wary, be warned!
she adorns her words with this weathering alert:
*"the storm thrusts into me and
tries to possess me, forced to
swallow down my thunder
to avoid my eyes’ torrential rain,
suppressing lightning strikes
from my fingers — so stay away
before you slip under the surge
of this monsoon, the gales of
my love sweep against your heart;
the calm within swells"*
and yet invites you,
with her,to sojourn,
perhaps the words in her
perhaps in her next poem to close the
nearness
one emotes
upon reading and reaffirming and inviting
us to close up this:
*"distant you all feel
where’d your applause go
where’s the cheering on
now there seems to be
a tumbleweed floating
through where you
all should be seated,
taking attendance
and participants
and experience
my words"*
I have,
lived
(and am better for this)
my time neath the durable shade of
The Acacia Tree.
<nml>
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC
acacia
"i know that, i know that
what's mine will find me"
(1)
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sigh...
(forgive my intrusion)
not necessarily-
for too many, we have to invent, create and
forever to be on the lookout for to
find what we need,
forgive and then, not begrudge the time it may take,
finally
then to make it ours,
for
that's when the work begins,
sometimes it takes a forever
to know how to define, create
find, a forevermore
<nml>
exactly 5:00am
Wed Sep 10
in the dark, dark sunroom
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
I could make you breakfast
I could hold your hand
If that might be enough
To make you understand
That although I may not show it
In ways that others do
Believe me when I say
That my love is just as true.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
Quaint Acacia tree forest:
****** unblemished as it was
when my grandparents first met here-
mountain school.
The chapel beside the administration
office
is locked.
But just as holy are the dark coal
mountain
rocks
that sweetly fell from God's hands before
Jesus set his feet here.
He didn't.
This place is lovely nonetheless.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC