the colors of spring
up towards the sky
for a while ….
the sun at my back slid under the horizon,
and the glow was gone.
Limp lifeless dull rusty. Leftovers, more like tree clutter than adornment.
Nevertheless, on a February day, when the sky’s gray, and everything around you feels dreary and quiet, the wind picks up a bit, and there’s a soft rustle.
Something like a hiss.
Like frozen crystals brushing by in an icy snow, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Or maybe the scraping a towhee makes when it’s tossing sticks and leaves under brush on a summer’s hunt.
A little softer than the crunch of fancy tissue we bunch around a present for somebody’s birthday.
The pin oaks shiver with the breeze, then they whisper to the wind.
photograph from january 18, 2020
haunted frightened trees
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach
Of crazy sorrow
Bob Dylan, Mr. Tambourine Man
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