reaching
up, up, up
this is worship
Other Northern Lights
maple seeds
shimmer and shine
in cold December sun
Splash
crabapple color
surges to the rooftop
Diplomacy
the skillful birch
holds opposites together
Undressed
a naked tree stands
in autumn’s boudoir
of pink and grey
Hard Sustenance
a seed landed
a root took hold
granite grows a tree
In Thanks
Moss writes the inscription
on the tree’s tombstone
well lived, generous even in death.
Modesty
unable to conceal its splendor
the spruce blushes blue
Held
A lone berry
provides purpose
to the empty nest.
Golden Delicious
Grandmother apple tree
comforts the afternoon
with shade.
Harlequin
Court jester of the woods
tree with harlequin bark.
Anticipation
The blush
before the bloom.
Secret Passageway
Enter the magic forest
through the teardrop
in the tree.
esprit de corps
Her tutu a flutter
magnolia dances to the wind song
the tree an assemble en tourant, grand
Ribbon
What force turned this tree into a ribbon?
Is it the same force the enables it to still stand?
Feathers
Under the spell of spring
even trees seems to feather out.
Meditation of the Trees
The birch waves her prayer flags
each flutter a devotion
to the divine.
Sanctuary
The ginkgo’s fence
corrals deer out
reserving space for growth.
Fortitude
With only its curvature telling its story
a tree rights itself against unseen forces.
Recovery
With healing
the loss
is finally embraced.
Return
The birch lies with lichen and leaves
only to rise again in the next season
as hope eternal, the spring ephemerals.
The Tempest’s Creation
The storm left
sculptures and mysteries
behind.
Winter’s Hatch
From the snow egg
eventually emerges
blues skies and warm days.
Stoic
The pine never complains
about the weight of the burden
it is asked to carry.
Teaching Tree
Reshaped by time and weather
my mentor on the mountain
asks me to look deeper and see through.
Mighty Foot
The old tree stands
like an elephant
remembering all.
Uprooted
Grandfather still holds onto stones from the earth.
No longer a giant, now a sculpture
a testament to the power of nature.
Balance
becomes possible
by accepting
circumstances.
Frost Beard
The stump
wears a stubble of frost
autumn’s five o’clock shadow
Unfailing
A sliver of moon
the morning star
day breaks