Mirrored through water
Cold brown stones underneath me
A red leaf floats by.
Mist fills the valley,
billows up, obscures the hills.
Droplets coat the leaves.
maple leaves shiver
waning half moon suspended
slow vanishing act
the black butterflies
startled, they vacate their trees-
blocking the sunlight
skeletal trees weep
world wrapped in cold bleak winter
? my heart walks alone
past dug up turns to
present headache turmoil
best to learn from trees
autumnal winds blow
trees harmoniously sway
choreography
Cherry tree blossoms
As death comes around again
She waves gracefully
new leaves crowd old trees
dance together in the sun
soon to fall to earth
flat open waters
pines reaching into the fog
stillness that listens
winter trees stand nude
waiting for the leaves of spring
to clothe them again
Bowing profoundly
regal palm trees acknowledge
the forces of air.
Thick roots and branches
telling tales of the seasons
carried by blossoms.
full late winter moon
entwined in bare tree branches
caught, then floating free
leaves at her doorstep
her window fogged with my breath
slim oak tree stood nude
lovely clouds moved fast
above lace branches in bud
a dangerous sky
a great mighty oak
growing out of amnesia
acorns forgotten
Where marigolds bloom
Crisp water runs smooth through roots
A lone shadow crawls.
These birdsongs- are they
mechanized or is this real?
The dead trees still loom...
Now the leaves return
So the high wind sings once more
Six months the frost waits
the small red maple
is the perfect climbing tree
for the happy child
plentiful and green
this spring the plum tree's budding
promises new growth
chilling at sunrise
the sight of frost on sere leaves
the warmth of blankets
one clear dancing pool
water full of moonlight sang
between dreaming leaves
Birds sing lullaby
As snow falls gently on tree
Moonshadows appear
Swimming in cold fog
winter's enchantment in me
through this forest's life
Autumn afternoon
the leaves racing to the ground
colorful beauty
Wind whispers soft words
Stealing leaves off the branches
Autumnal signal
A pinhole of light
Through a forest canopy:
camera obscura.
Russet colored oak
leaves, a dazzle of color
sigh as the sun cools
front yard magnolia
next to less elegant trees
petals pale as ghosts
her, lascivious -
the sap does leak ever out
when scratching at trees
Red mushrooms growing
From rotting walnut branches
Waiting to be burned
for you a flaming
japanese maple rising
in a sun-blue sky
Rain over snow: God
holds in armor eight pine trees
straight above my house.
Seen from far away,
the leaves fallen from bare trees
look like brown blossoms.