Tag: tree


Winter willows pen and ink the skyline in simple magnificence. How many times do we pass by and not see?


Bent sideways on his bedroom bench the way a tree gives permanence to prevailing winds backpack pillowed beneath blanket disguise on the verge of last night’s puddles, tiptoes anchored a rough sleeper ready set to go In just five lines, am meeting Frank at the…

the Catalpa

to thunderous applause June comes in startling finches from storm topped sycamores in a seesaw swaying sea of green roosts sunlight and rain flung on an easterly course and in the mayhem one skeletal tree upstanding its trunk defaced by random woodworking a grotesque of hollow mouth and pop eyes pecked deep within the bark along the…