Three Poems; Falling
First Branch
Percussive
drops drain
these trees —
Arbor leaves sing
like cymbals
Dripping Autumn rains
find rhythms all their own
Second Branch
Every leaf
might contain
a map -
each vein and vessel
an artery line
to somewhere close -
traversing root to trunk
to branch to stem -
pure electrical pulse:
invisible
communicated
connected
Third Branch
If canopy
was ground
and ground
was sky
I'd
T
U
M
B
L
E
from your branch
and wonder why
for #writeout
bent trees
scatter brittle
leaves
we sit here,
quiet, writing,
in broken
peace
for #writeout
this beat
you hear
with your feet
this sound
you feel
with the ground
this rhyme
you sing
each time
you bring yourself
deeper still, farther in,
edging your way
into the forest's heart
of roots and ash
of feathers and fir
of shadow and light
feel the earth stir
in rhythm and revel
in the pace of the quiet
for #writeout, inspired by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xu0tt9U8b5I&feature=emb_title