
two big eyes:
face in a tree trunk
unsettles me.

two big eyes:
face in a tree trunk
unsettles me.

a dead tree
stands above the living;
it didn’t pace itself.

sapling grows in boulder,
splitting it in twain;
paper does beat rock.

Tree that sits mid-stream
is not your average tree.
Stillness amid flow?

grazing deer
pays hikers no heed:
too noisy for threat.

where the trees end,
a colony grows in a
cancerous fashion.

the grain is ripe.
the days are short.
the farmer, weary.

a shade of orange
that doesn’t exist in nature…
yet - there it is!

farm surrounded by jungle:
what will disappear tonight?