Fallen on the sidewalk beneath my feet, what remains of early June's glory, blossoms dropped from bursting seeds and leaves full-grown into bravery.
I've driven by this way before. I've driven by every morning for the past two weeks.
But today I am walking home from work.
And I have never been this way before.

Sing your song
oh gentle breeze
chant along
you ocean seas.
Raise it high
you broken leaves
among these great
and flowering trees.
Rivers laughing
hearts cascading
over passing
your masquerading.
Grasses wave
their greeting here
silvery grey and
bluish green
pressing down
beneath your feet.
Sunlight beaming
patterns teasing
the mountain dreaming
deep these things.

though winter had almost gone
and the last remnant of frost
had just fallen from
the leaf
buds.

In the moonlight,
the branches of the old,
country orchard gleamed
like pale limbs, as if waiting
to waltz slowly
through the fields.

A northerly wind

yes i did it
i confess to my crime
here are the particulars:

i came to steal a bit of earth
one early day in spring
no more than two, three trowels full
still right and left i looked
knowing well the thing i did was wrong
before i set to filling up my pail

i only need a little,
i said in my defense
what would the owner say?

There are trees near the side of the road...

Strong and starkly beautiful.
They are filled with gentle strength.
Reaching upwards, dark against
The clear, blue sky.

Straight and true,
The stand curving upwards.
Waiting patiently for spring
They grow strong together.

Holding secrets, memories
and hiding places.
Deeply rooted in the ground,
Firm and unmoving.

In rushing winds
the willow bends
She heaves a sigh
and tries to fend
away the gale
tries not to fail
and let them
pull her down

It rustles deeply
waving now
whispering softly
she takes her bow
and all goes still
a moment somehow
a fading moment
a silent poet
a mother with many cares
beneath her branches
she remembers
all of her long years

The lake by which she stands

Rain falls through an open window, scattering
Tiny sparkles in a persistent beat, while
Light shines through an open window, dancing
Across the sill on golden feet

Sounds creep through an open window, whispering
Myriad echoes of the world outside, while
Scents float through an open window, hinting
At fragile rose petals passing by

Wind blows through an open window, feeling

Sunlight dapples the ground, sifted to the forest floor by layers upon layers of thick, green branches. The busy, noisy world is nearby. So close you can almost feel it pressing closer. But here, with the tall graceful trees and the whispering of the wind, it is peaceful. Quiet. Nothing hurries here...

I watched out the sun-roof,
As we drove towards the city,
As millions of Diamonds spluttered,
Dimmed, Agony, Faded, Monotony -
Blinding traffic lights, tranquility lost.
Someone tell me we haven't lost sight.