December 11.19

If you show a tree the headlines

or make it watch the news,

it might be quite succinct

in its opinions and reviews.

 

Many thanks to D.J. Berg for this capture of the rare tree tongue.

 

March 16.19

Somewhere in this barrenness

a quickening song is sung

I look hard but cannot tell

where it’s coming from

I cannot see a bird

so could it be the tree

trilling spring’s first music

coloraturally?

 

 

Disconnections: October 28.18

My limber neighbor

my Ansel Adams tree

turned its leaves

and shushed at me

bucking clouds

pugnaciously

all a-whoosh

and restlessly

churning, bobbing

fricatively

I stood as tree whisperer

wannabe.

 

 

Disconnections: September 2.18

 

The thickly leafy whatzzit tree

rises very pointedly

stretching most directionally

I wonder what I’m supposed to see.

Or maybe that’s a goose-type bill

and feathers made of chlorophyll

some arboreal whippoorwill

gowned in pinnate down and quill.

Or maybe…well, I don’t know how

I can see through its nom-de-bough

morphing sly from then to now

laughing at my furrowed brow.

 

 

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives and the curator thereof.

 

 

 

Connections: April 4.18

My Ansel Adams tree

isn’t really mine

and is really three

as close I can divine

in pristine springtime snow

it takes my breath away

if snow were only warm

I could love this every day.

 

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Connections: March 20.18

With buds of ice and baby leaves

the seasons wage their war

winter’s grip

in silvery drip

yields to seed and spore.

 

Happy freezing first day of spring, dear reader!

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Connections: February 5.18

A Michigan winter is very white

wrapping every thing in sight

with cotton.

The snow relentless after fall

summer’s distant warmth is all

but forgotten.

 

 

Thanks to Mary Jo Bassett for this lovely image of Michigan winter.

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January 31.18

Black on grey

Dies irae

mourning tree

suppliantly

lifts its sigh

  to snow-choked sky.

 

Good-bye, January, at last.

 

January 16.18

Twig by twig alit

hoarfrost incandescence

winter morning’s bloom

crystalled efflorescence.

 

 

January 14.18

Silvery tree

twinklingly

boasts to me

of finery

slender-boned

all rhinestoned

befitting backyard glitterati.