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Morning After Rains

          Morning After Rains They plant their roots for firmness in the earth. They do not think of death but plan for pods And seeds.  Their blueprints are for birth. They have a strong disdain for lightning rods, For what is living for except for heights? They...

Tree Fates

                    Tree Fates When trees begin to pale with hints of bling The first effect seems like a gauze-glove haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden spring Which spins this morning mist, distinct and far Removed from gloom.  It corresponds with dawn. Yet...

High, High Above

            High, High Above High, high above the heavenly robes in crèpes Of purple swathes and borealis green, A meteor’s white streaks behind the drapes Hung blowing in the sky.  Some say the scene Results from geomagnetism’s acts On molecules and atoms of N2 And...

A Single Tree

          A Single Tree A single tree among the untouched green Of others sacrifices arms of leaves; A crucifixion set in autumn’s scene Conflated with the fire of yellow, cleaves To God-like death in slow motion. A golden cross, as high as resurrection,...

Hills

                Hills I like that hills are taught by autumn how To mean and learn from leaves what orange warns. Hills take their definition from fall’s now And from its sharpened hoariness of horns. I like how hills are taught by castles, walls And forts what...