perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Right Behind Us
Towering
from the vegetable bed
a purple tree arises
king of nutrients
kale be thy name
Purple Lantern
summer’s way of saying
welcome home
I left the light on for you
Still Serving The Birds
the tree-spa stump
now host to
bath and beverage
Tree-Side Village
the wee-est of the wee forest creatures
lived in a village on a tree
safe and snug and happy as can be
Why Not?
I don’t see how
it hurts the birds
to have them share
This Tree
still waving goodbye
to the trains
that no longer cross the trestle
Made On The Maple
each texture
a distinct form of life
together creating a new universe
Like Honey
luminous autumn light
sticks to every
leaf and twig
Always Thinking Of Others
the tree’s
last gift is to home
the lichen and fungi
A Home
in the protection of decay
the more humble
the more precious
Buds In Blue
infinitesimal the progress
towards spring
until the sudden unfurling
Keeping Watch
turned towards
the north and south
eyes keen for change
Splendor
the saintly birch
in her golden halo
luminous in blue
Wood From Wood
and so the mushroom
replicates
the tree’s rings of life
The Chime And Bell
playing
together in
the wind’s orchestra
Impersonations
the tree
a zebra
in green
Communion
oh to rest
in the sheltering wisdom
of the old, old tree
Shelter From The Blistering Sun
our beloved tree
a great green umbrella
offering shade and sanctuary
Considering The Placement
thoughtfulness is required
in locating
the perfect spot
Messenger
ah, you again
bringing love notes
from the other realm
This Green Ladder
inviting us
to climb
into spring
The Bloom’s Muse
a glory of tulips
the crabapple’s inspiration
to burst into bloom
We Shared A Look
and now I know
the words
to your song
Magnolia Clouds
pure as a new spring day
the scented breeze
and petal’s shadow play
Red Maple Flowers
red pompoms
raised high in the deep blue sky
cheering on spring
BlueBird
a flash of happiness
alighted in the tree
it felt like a reprieve
Bird In Birch
beneath you
I marvel at
your tiny magnificence
Finding A Way
wind
going through
it
The Shadow Lace Of Bare Trees
sunshine rests
on the dormant garden’s
bench