in the shallow pool
wistful leaves drifting past
rain-dark alder boughs

 

Bare old limbs
Clearing a path for
The growing moon

A solo tree
struck by the brush of
a single sunbeam

 

 

Generous drape of

clouds, ample reach of a tree

where the iris blooms

 

 

 

Soccer practice, no
one watching but cherry trees,
their arms filled with stars

 

 

old neighborhood oak
purple winter sky dreaming
of a new day

 

Leaning in,
listening to the snow
fall

Under heavy clouds
Snowfall spins its magic
In the melting night

 Rooted strong and deep
Leaning into boundless sky
Glad for winter light

trees of light reach
out-
lining the night