As we begin
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: …
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: …
you, broad elm, shaved down to earth – I stand now on your great stump, yearn to be your medium, …
gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us …
