“Of course a tree has rings… And each a wedding band” O to be the “bride” of such a tree … To bask in his emerald love unendingly. Minus all other pining cordialities
Sometimes a seed will not grow, Removed from one earth to another is hell Never reaching the same stellar highs From whence it was picked: Why is this - who can tell?
It was a very dry spring And previously a very wet summer Now, what will it deliver? After a record breaking, warm winter. “Yes, I’m talking about the weather”.
A magpie - cawed… Hopping along the roadside verge Betwixt, flight and fear But knowing neither one! And then the thought arose. “Should I take it as a pet?” This wiry, dragon …
