Ghost Tree

times’s skeleton
a spirit
amidst mist

Apotropaic Magic

morning reveals
the old tree’s protection
of dreamcatchers

Reminiscences

hollow in the old tree
holding memories
of yesterdays

Freedom Flyers

the old dead tree
these hunters’
totem of life

Descent

expertise lies
in the accuracy
of intent

Absense

in the absence of leaves
branches alone
uphold winter’s bitter blue