The sapling shimmied
And twisted her leafy skirt
To the river’s dusk song.
As the Sun took a bow,
Thousands of insects
Blazed with her last light
And clapped their appreciation
Against the stream’s
Bright surface.
Category: Trees
May Morning
The cottonwood enticed my attention
With her new shawl of delicate green
And winking raindrop jewels.
I marveled at her supple body
Contorted in a sinuous bend.
With her new shawl of delicate green
And winking raindrop jewels.
I marveled at her supple body
Contorted in a sinuous bend.
When she had stood
Exposed and naked
I had passed her by.
Unheeding.
Now I stopped,
Entranced
By her exotic display,
As she danced
To the forest’s rhythm,
Instead of my frenetic,
Human pace.
The Different Drummer 