Crisp autumn morning
Cool breath filling my nostrils
Let my spirit free
tree
7th August 2019
Weeds will ever grow
Yet gravity always wins
Futile devices
22nd July 2019
As I try to read
The story of the landscape
I look for my place
14th May 2019
My whole body aches
From my nose down to my toes
My mind is at rest
9th April 2019
Clouds lined with silver
The grass is always greener
Apples don’t fall far
28th March 2019
Our leafy brothers
Always watching over us
So we chop them down
14th March 2019
Trees like fingers grow
And as above so below
Roots like rivers flow
