“How it felt then.”

Cut down and bare.

Only a little green, ...

The years,

Pass us by.

Day after day. ...

“Leaf,

Half-burnt,

With holes.” ...

Flying back.

Staring out,

Sleepy-eyed. ...

How lucky.

To be this close,

To family and friends. ...

Grey.

Colorless.

Like dark, ...

Awakening,

To nature’s gala.

“Clouds, ...

Drowning.

In pollen.

Naturally intoxicating. ...

“Don’t go astray.

That way!”

Life signs, ...

He used it,

To hang his calendar.

Closing my eyes, ...

Strange,

How nature’s haphazard streaks,

Don’t diminish beauty. ...

Carefully arranged,

Drying in the sun,

Waiting to be used. ...

The last one,

You saw.

I carried you home. ...

Packed and protected.

Ready for use,

On gloomy winter days, ...

Protect me.

Keep them out.

When it gets dark, ...

Burn bright.

Burn well.

Scorch, ...

Things,

May seem,

Like what, ...

Buried,

In concrete.

Bent. ...

In every season,

There is fruit,

Lingering, ...

Flow gently,

To the next pond.

It’s quieter there. ...