Sycamore leaf Far flung from home Alone now, Without your kin, Among strangers. Free at last, you roam. Caught, not by binding stem To the home tree; Caught in a new place Low in the lowly grasses. Sights are foreign. Life is crowded still. You fluttered before; Fought furiously Fought free; But you didn’t know […]
A pie slice of blue sky Shows through the Hollow trunk of a tree Sunlight brightening the Places where Woodpeckers chiseled holes, Bees welded combs to fill with Sweet honey, Squirrels hid nuts And slept through snowy weather Curled in cozy darkness.
In the soft light Of morning A rose bud unfurls, Uncurls, Untwirls, Into swirls Of soft vanilla satin.