the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

Posted on March 15, 2021 by B Gourley

I
the last leaves
on a barren tree,
doggedly hang

II
green to red,
the leaves grow, stop,
then fall off

III
the rain tree
limbs spiral skyward
all leaves out

IV
a tree shape
stands atop a mountain
cactus ruse

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