
Autumn afternoon,
light warms a copse of pines;
beyond: crisp blue sky.

Autumn afternoon,
light warms a copse of pines;
beyond: crisp blue sky.

a tree grows, askew;
canopy stretched one way -
wind can’t shake it.

beyond the lone pine;
there is only blank slate
and vast potential.

the evergreen’s
time to shine: when the last
leaf has fallen