white birch
reaching for
the polka dot sky
By And By
It Wasn’t Grey
amidst
the black and white
the green of things
Protection
barrier to cold
a bowl to hold the sun
oak leaves holding on to green
Those Polka Dots
the leaves give a lingering goodbye
small parts already departed
their absence a bittersweet embellishment
Amarylis Did
with her stamens
she motioned me closer
come admire my details
Black Beauty
each landing
a sacrament
of pollination
Culmination
an explosion of orange
sending curves into curls
and polka dots popping
Frills And Polka Dots
found
on the ground
dropped forrest accessory
Hearing Hallelujah
crowded so tight
they seem almost one
every dot a note in the visual song
Wild
herd
of birch gathers
in the zebra woods