There is something
about the slow growth
of trees
upright toward sunlight
roots wrapped round rock
hold fast
for uprooted
is the last fall. mjh
06-18-02 Coal Creek jacksite, CO
Tag Archives: trees
clean sweep
The whispering trees recite rhymes
Written by rain.
Poems rustle, flutter to the gutter,
Clutter up the street.
Ankle-deep in poetry,
I reach for a rake.
12-16-02