a few taps
quiet thunder
morning rain
a few taps
quiet thunder
morning rain
the plum tree
and I sit
with the moon
palm tree blooms
sway in the wind
golden strands
ornaments wobble
the cat tries
to look innocent
maple leaves turn
red then brown
fall on summer ground
warm wind
orange trees bloom
the air is sweet
sycamore seeds
float float float
crash to the ground
branches frame
a hollow of
silence
last spring’s tree
grows twice the
branches and leaves
hawthorn berries
outnumber leaves
a red tree