Far from Home

Sycamore leafFar flung from homeAlone now,Without your kin,Among strangers.Free at last, you roam.Caught, not by binding stemTo the home tree;Caught in a new placeLow in the lowly grasses.Sights are foreign.Life is crowded still.You fluttered before;Fought furiouslyFought free; But you didn't know How to fly.Come rest against The wall, the house, The garden gate'Till you find family again.

Piece of Sky

A pie slice of blue skyShows through the Hollow trunk of a treeSunlight brightening thePlaces whereWoodpeckers chiseled holes,Bees welded combs to fill with Sweet honey,  Squirrels hid nutsAnd slept through snowy weatherCurled in cozy darkness. 

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