Lichen Sky


In the absence of leaves
the branch wears lichen.
Spring will not be surrendered.

Visual Feast


My eyes devour
tart cranberries in blueberry blue sky.
Nature’s banquet always satiates my hunger for beauty.

Wrinkles


Wrinkles in the tree’s bark
will forever honor the missing branch.
Smile lines of its former reach.

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