spring season arrives,
branches with chirping sparrows,
amongst the first buds
Delicate snowflakes
dance gracefully in cold air
catching bare branches
I hear the forest
whisper in the springtime rain
the secrets of life.
A wind snags autumn
And flings it through barren trees
Suddenly, winter
deer browse forest edge
turkeys strut among the oaks
life rests ? time breathes deep
Shorn of foliage
Standing secluded and sad
Trees show signs of age
Meditate on fate
Leaves going steady with winds
Over a blind date
apple on the ground
under the spent tree; stem leads
to its cracked, dry seeds.
Red leaves blow across
Iron bars and plastic swings
Falling into cries
A line of pine trees
bends in another blizzard,
wide boughs low with snow.
A tall oak tree sighs
The roots lap up rain water
Gentle leaves fall free.
Trees each take their turn
To cover the ground's bareness
Its comforting quilt
Leaves lose their lushness
Loosening their lustrous hold
Prey to fall's fierce winds
quiet early night
cicadas start to chatter
falling out of trees
Hellebore petals,
weighed by snow, flurried in red
off a bleeding branch.
Martian wind cuts deep
Wild red leaves crunch underfoot
Warm brothels await
hawk slices the sky
against the white drifting froth
and yet leaves no wake
empty city streets--
festive leaves dancing under
autumns chandelier
We camp at a lake
black trees around its stillness;
I touch your bald spot.
A peach tree slumbers,
dreams of pink inflorescence.
Snow falls heavily.
leaves fall like soft rain
thick upon the ground they lay
protecting their roots
leaves changing color -
promises made in summer
now dry up and fade
playful autumn breeze
chases me around and round
the burning leaf pile
By jade stone statues
Noon day rain falls quick in shade
Palm trees cover paths.
Wheat sways with the wind
Leaves rustle and move around
It is harvest time
Blank, white legal pad,
tall pine trees sway in summer,
love yourself, I say.
lightning barked an elm
woodborer victim of old
survivor of blight
You are in the South.
I am shaking in the North.
Cut trees wait with me.
red leaf on black earth
gilded maple etches mind
hills roll in color
Listening to jazz
While hiking through the damp woods,
Wet as a virgin
The trees of my youth
Branches swaying in the breeze
Pecans fell that day
The fine morning glade
Sieving across the green groves
A glittering jade
retirement home-
the tree shakes free its last leaves
crunching underfoot
Covered in winter's
branches, moon rises from a
bed of soft gray clouds.
Black branches fade blue
shivering under wet dew
and snap and crush me
the last winter's tale
leaves snow on my brown door step
my feet frost bitten.