Trouble
you think things are bad
why not try rolling your eyes
at me one more time
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crows take flight-
under the elm
a shallow grave
Category Archives: Tree
Summer
an old swimming hole-
piles of clothes left abandoned
on the grassy shore
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a frayed rope swing-
old memories
bittersweet
Fungi
turkey tail mushrooms-
beauty found within decay
and reclamation
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in the dark-
nimble fingers pick
the mushroom harvest
Age
a rusting iron gate-
beyond the overgrown path
crumbling headstones
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bristlecone pines-
deeply rooted
to the earth
Birth
my journal entry-
today I start another
lap around the sun
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willow branches-
a crack appears
in the robin’s egg
Rot
all the leaves scattered
standing despite itself but
rotten at the core
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a forest altar-
oaken pews
standing empty
Shadows
moonlight in the trees-
silently a cold wind shifts
shadows on the snow
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long shadows-
the warm wind
walks me home
Regret
ghosts of the future
block my way and haunt me with
all I could have been
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heavy rain-
our great oak
uprooted
Light
meager candle light
cast upon these cottage walls
mingles with shadows
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gold leaf-
dappled through
the tree tops
Ashes
high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash
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distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree