Where footling trees do grow
nature, apologies need not know
vistas look back at you with eyes of snow
stones, high meadows, and silver timber knots

purple lupines and fire-**** that blush pink
held firm in gravel hands meet lichened erratics
where mountain's complexion in eon's blink
altered antonym of greens and browns chromatic

Where footling trees do grow
clouds shoot over passes round
to sprinkle, clap showers or to plow flows
marmots don down and burrow to ground

seeds and feathers take to their wing
branches' memories bend to storm's prowl
with constancy of change born on this wind
brutes in caverns and caves utter growls

Where footling trees do grow
a precipice of nascent springs leap
into; pine, spruce, ericaceous woodland below,
to gush as creeks, washout to river's slow keep

dappled light and streaming ray divides
fall forest floor with lulling murmur flutters
there bridge a span in wood knock strides
where clinging moss rolls bread and butter

-cec

half-moon's amber blush
sky's heliotrope sunset
summer's burnt offer'

-cec

Trolls don't yield their way
finding innocent creatures
to trample, ****, eat
dyes cast in shadows
paint lurid landscapes hidden
in ghastly form bets
poisoning our life waters
******* words of hate
waiting under blind bridges
Let truth find its level
streams of savoir-faire master
chasten, unto love's new day

-cec

from space, hurricanes look innocent cotton *****
with an eye hole revealing their true path of destruction

in space, physics tells us black holes absolutely call
compressing, even thought, out of existential deduction

through space, this universe bends and folds with blacksmith's maul
sending star sparks parsecs into web's construction

where subspace entanglements show self and other fall
as one liminal singularity within this carnal carnival unction

-cec