Category: trees
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meditation on a leaf
…..watch leaf detach drift to ground …..ask daylight to replay the moment …..exhausted unencumbered by connection to past …..leaf releases hold leaps into abyss …..inaudible to ears a gasping sound 12-8-20
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Dream Sonnet with Invisible Beats
(if you are a form purist, read slowly and add invisible beats in your head) 4 am foggy, storm chases street light halos, uproots forest. Trees, like celery stalks drift slowly overhead, roots dancing free. Daylight comes, two mockingbirds pirouette among pansies, rise up on porch rail, fanned tail and wings show bands of bright…
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shadow meditation
On the low wall that keeps your yard from tumbling into the road, sit….. watch sun shadows slant long across grass and into the street; leaves fall….. lonely, one at a time, their shadow stands at a distance, but….. as they drift to earth shadows race to catch them before they fall on cold ground.…
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Root naga
Out in the grass up for air and light thick as a rope tethering a ship in port root anchors tree. Tells me it has as much right as grass to be here and will defy my mower if it comes too close Until trees grow legs and walk he will stay only an ax,…
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A Bigly Branch
High in a tree a rotted branch hangs suspended in air fuel for a late night fire Afraid of falling holding on to live branches refusing to concede it has lost its battle Maybe it will fall in the middle of the night; no one to see, no one to hear no one to hurt…
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Some leaves’ glide path is smooth gondolas floating in air. Some swing back and forth like cradles. Some spin dizzy. Some resist, rise up on thermals. Some go heavy to ground. All I know is that I’m falling. 11-15-20
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After the storm
How many drums would call us to dance or empty bellies amplify strings strung? How many flutes would the artificer hollow or drum sticks ask a blade to shape their soul? How many castanets would kiss flamenco fingers or wood blocks teach beats in grade school? If storm downed trees told chainsaws, quiet I’m not…
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Haiku – view from my porch looking into the park
gold leaves drift to ground yoga women dip and sway still air waits for rain 11-10-20
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