Leafless


Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
winter’s silhouette.

Snowcaps


The branches wear snow caps,
fluffy hats of cotton white,
at the behest of old man winter.

Height

In the morning, beneath your canopy the whole world glows a growing green.
If I started to climb your branches now, by midnight I could touch the stars.

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