like many tiny wings
the fluttering of a flock of leaves
do trees fly in their dreams?
Rooted Aspirations
Beginnings
tiny pine
sets sights
on the sky
I Wanna Be A Bee
or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations
The Stone Mushrooms
aspire
to be added to
stone soup
Casting Call
auditioners
for Santa’s sleigh
have high hopes