Precious
Each calming sunrise
Warmest personality—
Treasured summer breath

Photographic
Sunrise awakens
Color added to landscape—
Stirring with brightness

Performance
Transforming sunrise
Moonlight now fading way—
Day’s curtain rises

Each calming sunrise
Warmest personality—
Treasured summer breath

Sunrise awakens
Color added to landscape—
Stirring with brightness

Transforming sunrise
Moonlight now fading way—
Day’s curtain rises


Early morning moon
Leaving at sunrise
Life awakens above
Welcoming brightest blue skies
Heavens’ newest page
Sharing rested smile
Vision captures each scene
Unlocking Creator’s file
Light follows skyward
Landing at treetop
Canopy’s leafy look
Holding up every dewdrop
Clouds shift overhead
Fluffing each pillow
Onboard timeless sunset
Rising with every billow
Gentle breeze humming
Composing fresh tunes
Harmony’s precision
Sailing toward fullest moon

Morning’s gentle light
Welcomed sunrise testifies—
Heavens shine with hope

Evening dusk returns
Landscape’s relaxing sunset—
Tomorrow’s peace rests

Dreamy stars waken
Galaxy twinkling with love—
Stirring nightly joy

This poem features photos taken of a majestic American sycamore tree, which is found at Walnut Woods Metro Park. The tree is likely over a hundred years old. The location is part of an extensive network of nature parks in the central Ohio area around Columbus and Franklin County. These photos were taken during a series of walks that I’ve made over the past few years.

Far older than every one of the neighboring trees
Standing taller than many, all take notice and see
The prized King of Walnut Woods reigns today
Calling him Mister Sycamore, his subjects say
With branches elevating up towards the sky
Measuring his girth, takes many hands to try

Visitors pause to salute nature’s monarch
Standing in reverence as park’s landmark
The Woods change from season to season
Watching over all, is the King’s main reason
He holds on to his leaves longer in fall
Guarding the land in winter, always tall
His leaves take some time to fill out in spring
Providing ample shade in summer is his thing
His expansive canopy of branches spreads wide
Peeling off sections of bark, creates whitish sides
His heir, the Prince, waiting in the wings
Rising lean and tall by a creek, he sings
Farther away, a thick grove of younger ones wait
Dreaming who will grow to be the tallest, so great
Mister Sycamore loves many Bible stories
Lifting Jesus up in total and brilliant glory
The story of Zacchaeus climbing a Sycamore tree
Being much too short for Jesus to find, there he be
Ohio’s biggest recorded tree is an American sycamore found in Ashland County near Jeromesville. The tree is at least 200 years old, stands 88 feet tall, and measures 326 inches around its circumference.
Originally published September, 2019.
Quiet brook bubbling
Thicket hides every gurgle—
Single deer’s safe path

One more tree in sight
Scampering along tall fence—
Squirrel’s morning trail

Freshly seeded fields
Geometry’s straightest lines—
Farmer’s precision


Gray, overcast skies
Precious rain descends
Morning’s gentle spirit
Welcome back dear friend
Time’s hands standing still
Serenity shares
Fine mist of heaven’s grace
View from kitchen chair
Songbirds’ harmony
Nearby thicket sings
Always perfect pitch
Soft feather’s bowstring
Everlasting gift
Calm shower transcends
Sweetness cascading down
Thank you dearest friend
Grateful for this day
Filled with freshest hope
Morning calls, “Come again”
Now, down periscope


A bird doesn’t sing because he has an answer–he sings because he has a song.
Color is something we see with our eyes, but love is something we see with our heart.
Joan Walsh Anglund (1926-2021) was an American poet as well as a writer and illustrator of children’s books.

Morning’s freshness rises
Crooning familiar tune
Harmonizing each voice
Daylight now covers moon
Sunrise wakens landscape
Energizing life’s lease
Stirring every creature
Dawn’s breath sharing her peace
Robin redbreast flies in
Sharing first taste of spring
Closing winter’s last page
Transition’s chorus sings
Timid flora bravely stirs
Pushing up, not by chance
Adding fresh touch of green
Innocent day shall dance
Nature’s steady heartbeat
Craving season’s flavor
Looking toward summer
More blessings to savor

Wilderness visits
Color fills each rendezvous—
Whispers of changes

Every gentle breeze
Landscape’s choreography—
Spirit’s harmony

Day of cloud watching
Imagination’s sketches—
One more masterpiece


Peering into endless darkness
Fearing night’s disquieting steps
Hiding in wilderness shadows
Hearing distant tap at doorstep
Searching horizon, now silent
Missing gracious slice of moonlight
Looking into starless abyss
Galloping toward hidden knight
Catching glimpse of advancing dawn
Feeling comfortable with fate
Focusing on ember of light
Opening journey’s final gate
Reaching intended rendezvous
Bring peace to life’s blessed love
Sharing from adventure’s story
Finding early sunrise above
