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

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

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.

malformed tree
stands rigid against
a Summer gust.

caterpillars
on each branch;
leaves, but memories.

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