A winged seed just took to wind
and landed on my lap
like hope and babies--  
I imagine
I have never had

like memories
of walking home from school in May

Stunned by perfect curl of comma
by design
Veined paper
thin
with spine
of strength attached
to guide its flight
of swirling fertile
to the ground
of mind

To love--
the tan and winged snow
descending
to the heights of trees

on both sides of this moment

a child
in a future forest

You are the bees knees or like moths on the breeze,
Like a pretty hurricane caused by a butterfly's sneeze.
You are the dew on the tips of a daffodils hips,
Sweet small drips resting on caterpillar lips.
You are lush like moss and nearly twice as soft,
As mysterious as the gusts that keep samaras aloft.
You are all the best things that this spring will bring,
but if you think this sappy, then *******, you stink.

.                  The Fall


    Yes, our empire collapsed

      but I endured the test of

    time, yet you, you deciduous

         blow-in, thought I was

     superfluous. Think again.


    Sneaking up on me for the

      past 300 years, I may be

     stone deaf, even blind, but

  I could feel your roots making

their way under my foundations.


  You even tried to surround me

   by dropping samaras on the

    other side, well, it’s karma.

        You deserve your fate,

            pseudoplatanus.





Ps.

Sycamore Gap