fresh white blossoms
& weathered hues of decay:
both old & young (like me.)
Old & Young [Haiku]
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twisted root piles
stretch across the walkway,
reaching like amoeba.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose busom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.




banyan roots
form cathedral columns
for the inner sanctum.

from old stone ruins
grow hardy weeds, raising
flowery heads skyward.