beneath the burning tree—
fiery between the green—
perched atop a mount
of breezy holly,
songs of past haunts
wisp wistfully
into the mesmerizing
nothingness
of the summer’s
dimming
sun.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 21, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: August 21st, 2026 09:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Art of Being collection. Inspired by the Acer tataricum living in my new backyard.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, GenXer Sharon 🙏🍀, Teddy.15
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good write my friend much enjoyed
Thank you, Norman! Much appreciated, my friend. 🔥🌳🌅🙏
I'm too old to know about these rock groups. Nicely written although I have to say I have not heard their music. Well done Tristan
Thank you, Soren...though I’m a little confused. This poem is about the Tatarian maple in my backyard. Although now I’m wondering which rock group my backyard tree has joined without telling me. The Burning Tree does scream hard rock or metal. 🤣 That said, my Sunday Scorched Strays have recently been crossing into Rock Band territory, for sure. On this one, though, no rock groups involved, I promise! 🤣🔥🌳🌅🙏
Burning tree was a hard rock, blues power trio from Los Angeles from the late 80's to early 90's. You are most welcome Tristan sorry I got thrown off track
No apology necessary, Soren! You weren’t thrown off track...you were remembering an actual band while I was busy inventing their imaginary screamo descendants. 🤣 I had no idea Burning Tree really existed! It really does rock as a name! 🔥🌳🌅🙏
This burning tree reminds me of the beautiful indian summer !
Absolutely, Lorenz! It gives the yard an unexpected touch of autumn, but it’s actually a Tatarian maple whose colors remain throughout summer. A stunning, fiery display. Thank you, my friend! 🔥🌳🌅🙏
Good write T.
Thanks, Orchi...please tell Mr. P and Co. not to attempt to extinguish it! 🤣🔥🌳🌅🙏
Will they be too busy to extinguish it? What with Popeye scoffing spinach, Ol' Tom darning socks, and Obi mucking about with sabres, they've no time for much else. lol.
Great write Tristan
Thank you! Always grateful for your support, Sharon. Much appreciated! 🔥🌳🌅🙏
Weve all been there.A shady respite. Enjoyable read compadre
Glad you enjoyed this one, David! That tree has already claimed a special place in my new surroundings...much appreciated, my friend! 🔥🌳🌅🙏
I can see the tree as a symbolic threshold about standing between what has passes and what is arriving, the feeling of old experiences "wisp" away, and watching the day dim as a kind of emotional exhale.
Your read fits beautifully, my friend. I had recently moved, everything around me was new, and yet the former places and experiences remained very close. I’m grateful this reached you so deeply. 🔥🌳🌅🙏
To paraphrase that old local bard that looks like a bunny or some other rodent .. Fine words T .. 🖤🐧🐧🐦⬛🐈⬛🏴😎👍
Thank you, Neville...I believe that old bard, Orchidus Comedicus, insists they are rare long-haired pigeons, but the scientific community remains divided. 🤣🔥🌳🌅🙏
The art of being an exquisite poet my friend. Gorgeous 💜
Awww. Thank you! You’re far too kind, Teddy...I deeply appreciate you, my friend! 🔥🌳🌅🙏
good write accompanied by a great visual...enjoyed
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