NaPoWriMo Black Cottonwood

Black Cottonwood

By the water
in the spring
when blackbirds
return to sing

On cottonwoods
near the lake’s shore
“balsam” buds sprout
catkins galore

velvety red male—
with pollen released
and round green catkins
free its cottony seeds

seeds on the wind
float gently away
while heart-shaped
leaves turn and sway

The tall cottonwood
from a distance appears
calling to travelers
the water is here.

SHERI EDWARDS
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
4/5/26

One of my favorite trees is the cottonwood. I’ve written about it here and here. It’s part of my early history of my childhood where we fished along the banks of the Missouri River near Bismarck where the cottonwoods once flourished.

Today I took the pictures to the left of the poem in the image, a place on Banks Lake where we walk the dog. I had not walked there in the early spring before, but the temperature today was almost 70° F — way too hot for April– so we ventured out. I was amazed at the catkins all over the tree where no leaves are yet showing. When I returned home, I researched the catkins for this poem.

Resources:

• Be sure to check out the linked posts above: lots of resources and photos there, if they haven’t disappeared
• Forest Service: the Forest Service provides many resources
• Wikipedia: Wikipedia may be the last available online resource; be sure to donate. Wikipedia is the Internet we were promised.

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