Monday, May 25, 2015

Toss and turn

Toss and turn, shaggy heads dip and sway to an ethereal violin. The scent-laden summer breeze plays each tree-top in turn – one, slow, broad gesture across – the smiling conductor invites each to stand and bow.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Ask not

For a stoic copse of trees to stand so silently, only absorbing, never emitting, makes one wonder what there is to hide beneath dark eves and hoary boughs. Secret glades? Sudden clearings? Do not presume; their grim visage bespeaks only shadow, tangle, and rot. 

Great Barrier Cumulus

A scalloped reef of cloud shelters my eyes from the sun; rolling undergrowths of a richer, darker hue hide the wispy roots of this atmospheric formation.