Showing posts from June, 2015


The movement of the trees giving a sudden warning But still I sit on my perch Watching the storm come in Feeling every part of my body move
yet the sum of me stays rooted.
A brew of clouds swirls
the world changes.
The leaf moves the direction it is told
but the trunk unmoving
anchored to the ground.
A clutter of veins
clenched to the soil.