Good mother. The sun
wearing leaves of white starlight.
Darkness bowing low.
children still at play
after a long dry summer
feet on brittle leaves
Ink black branches scrawled
across an indigo sky
smudge the bright white moon
a bitter ice wind
makes the proud trees bend and groan
frozen is the world
The cardinal roosts
skyward on a lofty branch,
a drop of sunset.
a white weeping birch
its mustard leaves blowing free
into blue above
Clouds behind bare trees,
cut into sharp white pieces.
My dreams in the sky.
The grand old oak tree,
gnarled trunk, climbing frame of youth,
leers at the aged me.
the last clinging leaves
shivering upon ancient
black creaking branches.
bleak, leafless branches
scratch on a frigid blue sky
blissful birdsong's gone
snow may cap the mount
and chill make branches brittle
but vale grass grows green
A man ought to love
brown leaves and the last acorn
before winter snow
The robin is back,
its orange breast warm against the
few remaining leaves.
wild turkey footprints
swell on the melting snowfall
raptors roam my woods
sounding geese point dark
against the buttermilk sky
frost thorns guard birch twigs
Beautiful leaves fall,
Radiant as they let go,
With no self-pity.
Oaks hold their dead leaves --
Little, brittle wishes -- but
Seeds hold more than hope.
tangerine sunrise
spring wakes buds on birch branches-
sleepless night, child sick
Easily unfurled
thirteen stripes and fifty stars
tree tops touch the ground
leaves in rainwater
naked branches catch snowflakes
in a winter breeze
Guardians wrap me
in feathers and pine. Lift me
until I am sky.
upon the iced bough
cardinals, ruffled feathers
and empty feeder
His fleur de lis ears
tilt at squirrels vaulting tree limbs.
His tail wags the air.
ice shards bite elm twigs
catch shine from jupiter who
chances the sun's wake
a caw lingering
on arid pine-scented air
bouquets smell of fall
harvest moon aglow
long witchy fingers reach out
brittle leaves tango
Winter willow waves
opaled arms, bearing weight, white
of innocent snow.
fenceline hackberry's
yellowing leaves drift downward
into Wild Horse Creek
Mist drapes oak branches
Moon's light casts subdued shadows
Crickets call... it's night.
leaves abandon trees
empty branches wave farewell--
you moved out today
blanket of fall leaves
foliage of memories
crunching underfoot
reanimation ?
fallen leaves rising, dancing
in the bus's wake
Hour before dawn
Horned owl hoots alarm in pines
Trouble on the way
River flowing past
dawn breaks grey stones budding trees
trout rise to dry fly
An autumn bruised black
leaves swept under the roadside
for winter to bloom
all the leaves dropped dead
bare branches, hard arteries
squirrels' nests, bulging clots