forsythia blooms
yellow for fall
not spring
forsythia blooms
yellow for fall
not spring
autumn leaves
flameless fire
warms the ground
thunder and wind
strip the trees
autumn’s last leaves
thump thump thump
woodpecker holes
wound the trees
a young birch
bends with the wind
— and snaps
rows of birch
rise from
the snow
long gone oak
twisted roots
thread the ground
skeleton trees
wrapped in moss
look alive
shadows move trees change shape
bright red
graffiti
on trees