Sparrows & jays eat scraps of seed, competing for little.
So much space to contemplate, gazing through the chilly blue expanse, ducking & curling around fiery autumn hills.
Between birches & berry brambles, a voice calls & comforts me,
pulling homeward and bound to nowhere.
I’d like to sit here all day and count leaves.
Family trees, friend trees, lover trees, enemy trees,falling bodies enrich fallow gardens.
Icy winds rip through,
leaves everything bare;
Nothing stands past death.
Smiling near while some are far,
Gladly talking, taking time to notice
If I missed you, I miss you,
We’ll use a leaf as a tissue.
Sappy as the sweet shit that flows through maple trees,
cool as a spring trickle
whispering soft & serene,
selling us peace at the cost of time.