let go of everything
but your most essential elements
then raise your limbs high and wide
To Wear A Cloud
Keepers Of Place
my home is known
to me by trees
those guardians and greeters
In The Presence Of Departures
as leaves are leaving
the tree’s structure emerges
written in colors
a poetry of absence
All Those Times Of Reaching Out
each one mattered
even now
with the limbs foreshortened
The Tree’s Shade
a protection
like being held
in strong arms
Sporting A New Coat For Spring
a verdant velvet of moss
green sleeves
for tree limbs
Twists And Turns
tree limbs diagramming
the effort and obstacles
of growth
Durga
her many limbs
holding up the sky
Time Travel
there goes the wind
through the trees
carrying time
Ancients
these limbs embrace
each season’s passage
cradling the transient now
Up and Across
each trunk and branch
points the way
no wrong turns
only new paths
New Horizons
winter caresses
the line of the limb
the reach of the branch
every new horizon
Absense
in the absence of leaves
branches alone
uphold winter’s bitter blue
Two Trees
These trees wear their limbs
like curly haired twins.
Limbs and Leaves
A web of leaves.
The forest is a tapestry.