
a tree lies, fallen:
uprooted where others
stand straight & true.

a tree lies, fallen:
uprooted where others
stand straight & true.

aquatic plants grow
out to the swift waters,
forming a clean edge.




the river’s flow
doesn’t disturb the cloud’s
reflected drift.

it’s cool & rainy,
but the canopy is green:
last days of summer.

river ripples
roll downstream unwarped
by the flow.

buds & blossoms,
in vibrant red, gussy up
a dreary cityscape.

from lush green hills,
the city is painted
in hazy blue-gray.


