Undoing knots

is easier with a buddy.  Or is this how fish think of trees as a conundrum?

Spilling shadows

Trees are remarkable in so many ways. Critical for good living. And like the raven, they have a bit of the trickster in them. Or perhaps, they just want to be paint-poets.

Alone but not lonely

During this pandemic it's about separate yet together.  Trees are miraculous.  I think of trees as that liminal space between sky & ground.  A canopy for creative spirits. When a tree shakes its leaves, I am showered with petite poems. By the way,  I think of Zoom as a tree, do you?
Speaking of miraculous, I think of hands as the first spoon.

Trees create shadow sculptures

Mutable calligraphy

dependent on time

& the measure 

of sun

offers the future

possibility 

of picnics.

Natural altars

alter the heart, feed the spirit, house the spirits.  These magnificent beings create poems & are poems themselves.  Also, trees inspire plants to be cooked, eaten & praised.  Trees are organic nurturers, too.