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Breaking the prayer
to the trees a whisper
... tomorrow.

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Chasing the whispers
wandering through fingers
... of forest.

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On the forest shore
he stands lamenting
... footprints.

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To woods I resolve
a happy fool
... to tiny old spirits.

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Like the hawthorn
keeping to thick forest dreams
I'm found ... and lost.

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And I asked, "What of love?"
and said the tree
... "Yes, do."

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Damnable unsettle!
Always these worries
... for little trees.

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The Tao of Trees:
Dig - Drink - Reach - Drink
Dance - Drink ... Dream.

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June fifth:
a smooth stone, a brother
... home.

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Breast into forest
to feed and to feed
to unmask ... to marry.

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Rain and whistling gale
tossed maples reply
... don't be afraid.

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Whispers
of redwoods in the mist
... It isn't time that passes.

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Maple springs again
and one last child
... falls.

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Apologies
from dusty Alders
and Fir, her errant children.

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Blackberries
stretching early to scratch
summer itches.

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A breath, a moment
to tend a shy Hawthorn
who kindly asked.

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Word ribbons offered
a wintered apple tree -
summer feasts of poems.

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