Not many can do this
I’m sure you’ll agree:
balance hot-air balloon
on top of a tree.
But if I stand tippy-toe
and stretch carefully
I can place it
— just so —
prestidigitously.
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Tag Archives: tree
Connections: May 12.17
Connections: March 27.17
When I was very small,
“Me, myself and I”
was snappy repartee
though I couldn’t tell you why.
A hundred years have passed
voices come and gone
but me, myself and I
remain and chatter on.
Here’s where we meet for coffee
this tri-partite banquette
you can find us here engaged
in earnest tête-à-tête.
If occasionally you hear
barnyard din from this old tree
remember me, myself and I
can often disagree.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: January 28.17
Crumpled
something tall and proud
lies felled
death took it
then blade
now knelled
in crackling whisper
as kin mark
their own sure geld
respectfully distant
from remnants
sentinel’d
in tender long shadows
shrouded
farewelled.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,
Vernon Hill Gallery.
Connections: January 21.17
You may think this black-and-white
but it’s a color shot
this is Nature’s palette
inspiring it’s not.
Our days so dark and gloomy
there are teardrops on the tree
why can’t it be October
in perpetuity?
Connections: January 12.17
Lichens, they tell me,
aren’t bad for the tree
I have my doubts
they’re too creepy-crawly
with cold perspiration
bespangling its bark
poor tree seems so helpless
against winter’s dark
I know it wants to stretch
and scratch
but it’s stuck in place
and fungal thatch.
With thanks to Messrs. Gilbert and Sullivan.
Connections: November 13.16
Sun-wrapped copper
solitary
fragile petioleness
loner
extraordinary
in its oneness
wholeness.
