Another male act - pure blanket pollination - tree dust everywhere
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Another male act - pure blanket pollination - tree dust everywhere
Standing near the spray of falling water, tumbling, the flow never ebbs
A magnet of light flickers in evening's fall, a call to all moths
Tree roots remember all the droughts, the rains, the storms, all the times before
Across evening sky, a spray of stars – small points of light; a portrait of night
It's only time, now, before the bushes blossom, thick with blueberries
A cold chill in May suggests summer in hiding; June's a book to read
The Hydrangea, singing in spring rains, blossoms a beautiful coat
Sugar Maple sap - its ounces of ooziness – a taste in nature
This abandoned world brims with such grief and sadness; It's hard to hold on