bright blue sky
busy bee passing by
the birch presents her alabaster skin
to springs gentle administrations
of four leaf clover
with lichen and ice
before the song of spring
the robin can be seen
in a shroud of cold
more rain or snow
Oh to be
balanced on a branch
set in place by grace
residing in a sacred place
birch branch wears
the shadows of reeds
to be seen
raised in exalation
praise the sun
honoring the importance of dormancy
neither barn nor branch is impatience
In the absence of leaves
the branch wears lichen.
Spring will not be surrendered.
is finally embraced.
In the thickest part of the thicket
where the footing was most precarious
a branch held my weight and restored my balance.
Chivalry lives in the woods.
My eyes devour
tart cranberries in blueberry blue sky.
Nature’s banquet always satiates my hunger for beauty.
Leafing branch reaches into spring
towards summer and shade.
Wrinkles in the tree’s bark
will forever honor the missing branch.
Smile lines of its former reach.
lichen lace modestly covers
the crotch of branch and trunk.