A Marriage Of Maple And Birch

distinct
and yet
together

The Woodpecker

plumpness
as preparation
for winter

Rendezvous

every year they meet
at the base of the tree
their love renewed each spring

Arrival

even the leaves
came
two by two

Clouds On A Tree

they gathered on the bark
the cosmos
could be touched

The Woods

still at rest
lichen
the only green

Braile

the old tree’s message
is read
by the wind

Still Life

cold holds together
the elements
of March’s mosaic

Birch Bark Mushroom

decomposition
a transition of
sustenance to self

One Of Two

each circle self distinct
bark barrier between
but time and proximity
merge two into one

Mystery Of Snow

cloaked in cold
insulated by the thing
from the thing

Three Birch By The Barn Door

these friends
experience, strength and hope
my life’s companions

The Old Birch Disrobed

time
takes her
seasons dress her

The Old Dame’s Rock Wall

huddled together
against the cold
warm in company

The Maple That Is Sunshine

like splashes
of the sun
fall’s fine finish

The Princess Tree

voluminous pink
in every shade and hue
adorned her

Watercolored World

the edges
between everything
dissolving

Scale

tiny mushrooms
increasing
the tree’s enormity

Promise

yellow tipped
leaves
presage daffodils

Praise

upon a tree
a lichen rose
praise to anything that grows