My eye fixed on the ground
I sought the flowers of spring
then upward raised my lens
to capture sky and wing.
That was when I spotted
this behemoth on the tilt
sending me the message
I’m not so sturdy built.
The towering defunct giant
leaned into slender groove
it didn’t take me long
to decide that I should move.
It startles
its unbowed starkness
daring us to look.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
The squiggle tree
grows willy-nilly
carelessly
capricious, silly.
It grew, you see,
while being giggly
so now must be
all-over wiggly.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Noble king
in green assiduous
merry sprite
in lavender deciduous
roots entwined
in plots contiguous
each making the other
happily conspicuous.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
My eye climbs
giddy to name
all the colors
in one flame.
Thanks more to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Curling
