amber and ruby
wrinkled up full of rare light
maple and fallen
Bare oaks crack their bones,
A stag stares, senses alert;
Ghostly breath rises
Knocked down by the rain,
The maple seeds glow pale green
On the wet sidewalk
the earth's last warning
tigers, oceans, forests bleed
red as geishas' lips
Raindrops hang on leaves
Basking in flare of sunrise
Brilliant diamonds shine
Trees seemingly grow
From a fog bank that hovers
Just above the ground
dark green summer leaves
birds singing, their nests empty
cold tea before me
Dead branch crashes down
The spring winds introduction
Howling through the night
storm subsides subdued?
branches, babbling brook beside?
sound of renewal
Dogwood flowers float
on boughs above old tree roots
where wasps build their nests.
dusk, trees fade to black
insects sing, midnight moon smiles
tree frogs call, leaves stir
the deep winter sky?
brushed by bare maple branches
still, even in wind
A practical bird,
having no tree of his own,
borrows another's.
climbing mango trees
swapping sunlight for sweetness -
ants on a dried twig
pure white crocus curves
the chaos of daffodils
mute brown and green pine
the maple pollen
covers the car's windshield pane ?
empty tissue box
an egret fishes
in the roots of a felled tree ?
sixty-second vine
Streaming pine thistles
In the ceaseless breeze. The lone
Butterfly, snooping.
spring conditioning
a squirrel climbs up the tree
the other climbs down
in our childhood woods -
beer bottles and a condom
where we used to play
song sparrows weave nests
in the blooming spring garden
crows wait on tree tops
Sometimes you find the
prettiest tree in the wood
is hollow inside
equinox arrives
white snow melts off tree branches
green buds grow outward
late winter morning
new buds snuggle in branches
slumbering til spring
Crow flailing to stay
Steady on a branch- bracing
Itself against gusts
Snow rests on branches.
Shivering among bleak breath.
Numb hands let leaves fall.
The lone owl calling
from the oak across the green
has fallen silent
Rusted iron gate
the only entrance to woods
where butterflies hide
Bending trees sing a
song of melancholy on
the river's cold bank.
a cold winter breeze
snowflakes parachute softly
on empty branches
scattered to the winds
dusty leaves and lifeless skin
end of a season
a patch of old snow
falls from a cedar tree branch?
weight of a squirrel
yellow elder leaves
blow away before first frost
afraid to wear white
still leafless and damp
my tree full of noisy crows
feels the spring sunlight
branches in mourning
surrender to the autumn?
scattering of leaves
cascade pines cloistered
pray in dense pacific fog
sharing faith with kelp