times’s skeleton
a spirit
amidst mist
Apotropaic Magic
morning reveals
the old tree’s protection
of dreamcatchers
Reminiscences
hollow in the old tree
holding memories
of yesterdays
Freedom Flyers
the old dead tree
these hunters’
totem of life
Descent
expertise lies
in the accuracy
of intent
Absense
in the absence of leaves
branches alone
uphold winter’s bitter blue