Baby in my arms—
These maple shadows flowing
Over river stone
nuthatches chuckle
as if flitting tree to tree
was really their aim
Blue river magic
bends through trees and carries clouds
teaching her to flow
I cannot see you
as the train leaves the station
but still wave good bye
Sudden bloom of snow
flurries of maple pollen
April half over
seeing every life
except the hickory tree's
a red woodpecker
spring chicken again
on well-trodden forest path
rose hip flashes red
Ancient willows dance
as passionate winds blow fire
a naked tree reborn
old gardener stops,
watches a thin jet trail pierce
his bare, gnarled maple
Fig tree in the den
lets fall its final three leaves.
The whole room naked.
Growling skies throw swords
The wind throws rocks and branches
Clouds begin to spit
white dogwood petals
confetti in the spring breeze
carpet for bare feet
Silent trees reborn
birds call for spring, their notes soar
from telephone wires
beech leaves decaying
inquisitive dogs sniffing
aromas of tea
palm trees shed shaggy
winter pelts. spring drapes their necks
with fruity red beads
late evening spring breeze
wind chimes' melody rings out
tree frogs joining in
our initials fade
beneath the sycamore bark
green climbs through the scar
autumn trees aflame
blazing canopies burn red
summer's fling consumed
Leaves loosed from anchors
drifting in varied displays
death's boldest presents.
young fawn so docile
nibbling leaves, a blurred green feast
sunlight shade from trees
Spun silk and satin
My grandmother's wedding dress
Buried in cedar
Light mist on new leaves,
bare feet swish through cool, wet grass.
Bullfrog calls the dance.
Sunlight magnified
Drops of dew on fallen leaves
Bubbles of delight
Half in dusk, half light
The tree offers up its shade
Murals in the leaves
Canopy of snow --
Even the birds are silent.
White cat vanishes.
from a naked oak
a lonesome sparrow watches
autumn, then winter
Secret woodland path
Golden doe and spotted fawn
Hush - Footfalls pass by
Amber leaves shudder
a thieving hand of bright wind
picking death's pocket
golden rays reaching
sapphire skies beckoning flight
forests calling forth
snow swirls in the wind
torn blossoms of apple trees
ashes of moons past
Formidable cloud
descends from trees at dusk, crows
keen to assess me
cold, wintery breeze
blanket of frost covers ground
blackbird suns on branch
glow of morning fog
an empty eagle's nest waits
clinging to branches
take hold of the broom
part crisp leaves from grainy dust
make a space to think
I watch the gold leaves
Dancing lightly through the air
Autumn lifts her head
Trees stretch twig fingers
Tickling the underbellies
Of the laughing clouds.