Dying Warrior

I saw a tree was lying, along the forest floor. a giant tumble-dying decaying, old, and sore Its clod was wrenched and mounded right angled with the ground and roots were torn and hurting that once had anchored down. The leaves lay brown and whispless, dis-playing with the breeze while squirrels and woodland creatures hopped […]

Winter Fortress

Sap and resin, musk and scent deep in dark and piney, spiral twirls, and needle floors bundled up and spiny. – Faintly feint light penetrates with bits of floating tree dust microscopic atom worlds— eager to adjust – Without, the world’s a whisp of white accumulated piles icy slips and frigid nips silver cold for […]

Shrouded Path

Steps of slapping leather, on the rain-slicked stone mist like drapes of ghost-light, gauzing path to home. The road winds, disappearing, into a foggy shroud as bobbing luminescents try to light the cloud. Off ahead a shout–of horror or success– a mist’ry trail adventure that you can only guess. – – – Photo by Alexander […]

Ruby Dusk

A red ball of yarn– the kind kittens play with– sits glowing in the sky as cranes fly slowly by. – – – Photo by Pedro Figueras: https://www.pexels.com

To a Puffer Fish

If I could simply swallow O the way you can swallow H2O, then I would float up in the sky a spiky balloon and stab the clouds till they showered water droplets over me. – You get to float— an over-eaten beach ball— pumbling in tumbling currents down beneath the chopped-up waves No one tries […]

Trout

A rainbow swims — little rings that whirl in circles round. Mouth goes puff little bluffs creating bubbles in the wake. Smooth as slimy, cool as mud, shiny in the sun-patched light, streaming through the glass of rippled waves. – – – Photo by Kelly : https://www.pexels.com

Winter Trees

The trees have taken off their shirts and barrel-chested stand prepped to take the plunge in winding winter winds. They stand together bold and thin former glory on the ground staring deep at coming days with steely confidence born of wisdom. Calm, and brave.

The Stars Speak

Breath mist hangs— and whisps away. Frost grass crunches under feet. The trees point up, their ever-arrow tops aiming the sky, a tent–stretched out– of velvet blackness chill; canvas for the spark, the dot the splattered brightness lavished… a trail of shine-stream majesty flung—across the void. Worlds, and lights and sparks of sights, a thousand […]

Interdependent

The trees move; they laugh and play, they bend and sway, they wave our fears away— they who have no muscles. . The winds go; they jump and fly, they cross the sky, they race and awe our eyes— they who can’t be seen. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Treasures

But in sometimes, spry, He sprinkles golden bits of trees– a dash of brash and yellow– in a wash of emerald sea. We trust the trees are making the jewel cast from above that much more delicious to watch, and see, and love. – – – Photo by Michael Pointner: https://www.pexels.com

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