growth

Singular Ambition

one acorn
waits to grow
a forest

nothing
to do
but right now

all growth
is a flowering
this is joy

eternal
desire to be
growing

amongst an astronomy of moss
I found the moon
on the forest floor

in the small space
between them
grew accommodation of others

wisdom grown
of fear or love
the web becomes the path

birch heals
the loss
hosting a pine

time is the harvester
of a crop that grew
to feed the earth

felled for the path
their stature remains
monument to growth and change

a decomposing stump
the palette
for green construction

near the heart
remains evidence
of a dark jagged year
that had to be grown around

across the winter muted terrain
dogwood grew a net of color
with hopes of catching spring

from green to blue to brown
many are the colors of the pine’s crown

a tree
grows its own
tiny forest
of moss

a seed landed
a root took hold
granite grows a tree