Apples in January

I stand planted underneath

my twisted old apple tree

and peer up into late January.

Dark branches break open

the grey sky.

 

Too many branches mean

dense Summer leaves will choke

out July’s sunlight

any breeze will strangle and fall dead

encouraging disease and rot.

That’s no way to grow apples.

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January Rising

This chill mid-winter wind startles

the last of Summer’s leaves loose,

a surging flow in flight,

from trees clustered along my homeward drive.

 

Twisting together, like smoke, they move

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Dawn Breezes

Coffee with cream,

steaming into dawn as

a sweet breeze sifts my hair.

Eyes closed in stillness

I hear the ocean in these rustling, rustling leaves

as if the trees speak in the language of waves.

And I wonder if, instead

it’s the ocean calling with the voices of trees.

As the rising steam moves softly sideways and away

I imagine these trees speaking of the shore

as

the ocean dreams of the forest.

And coffee with cream

shifts the waves

of morning leaves.

 

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A Little Uncertainty

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We are heading into uncertain times. The Magic 8 Ball, shaken,

says, “Future Unclear; try again later.”

I can be brave if you’re with me; we’ll hold hands and lean in.

You walk with me and I’ll walk with you.

We are stronger together.

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Dappled Light

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Some days, it’s hard to tell what I need more, the cool Shade or bright Sunshine.

This tree, though, I need this tree.

I need this tree more than this tree needs me

or any of us.

The only ones who need us, it turns out, are one another.

Sunshine and Shade.

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