Tree Conversation I
It feels like the trees are
Roaring
Whispering
Laughing
Swelling up and
Billowing with chatter
Or quieting down and
Murmuring secrets.
If only I could understand....
September Afternoon
The world seems still, but
It's moving around me.
Swirling beauty,
Invisible to others
But not to me.
Apropos
The little fly fidgets
Twirling his back legs
Jostling his wings
Like a kid who can't sit still in class
Tree Conversation II
The leaves are trying to say hello,
Waving gently in the breeze,
And though we're separated by glass window,
I have a talk with my friends, the trees.
"Do you mind the smoke?"
"No, it's easier for me to breathe."
"It's just the opposite for us."
"Well, you're not a tree."