mapping the roots
the branches
shadow
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
A New Way Of Being
brittle and brown
a mirror
for light
Sweet Perfection
make mine
two scoops
of chocolate dahlia
Wood From Wood
and so the mushroom
replicates
the tree’s rings of life
The Reeds Swear Sovereignty
late summer
wears a crown of wood
nobility of trees
In The Stillness
the trees admire
their own
stately symmetry