
trees wear fatigues
in the summer
and colorful robes
in the fall,
and then, in the
cold grip of winter,
they tend to wear
nothing at all
–photo by me

trees wear fatigues
in the summer
and colorful robes
in the fall,
and then, in the
cold grip of winter,
they tend to wear
nothing at all
–photo by me

generous trees are
dropping their golden coins to
enrich the soil
–photo by me

trees come alive
when they die,
or they become
much more useful
when they’re dead;
whether they’re
providing a home
for small birds
and squirrels
in the wilds or
providing wood
for us to build
our own homes,
they’ve answered
a higher calling,
no longer only
providing shade.
–photo by me

maples tell the pines
to roll out the thatched carpet
for winter draws nigh
–photo by me

winter clouds come down
for a visit, but they get
hung up in the trees
it’s nice to have visitors–
till they hang around too long
–photo by me