Fallen Leaf … Standing Trees

Seeing life through the lens of a fallen leaf,

Or through the scope of standing trees…

I stand at the far end in fog and mist,

Line of sight is straight, frames freeze;

A moment is caught in the standing trees,

A lifetime is captured by a fallen leaf…

Moment is momentous, monumental is minute,

Does it matter…big small long or brief;

Fallen… colour may be faded fawn,

Standing… shade is gallant green…

Life is seasons of myriad hues,

Faded, Gallant… many more and in-between.

Fallen Leaf Pic: William Smith

There Was A Tree, There Was An Island

I am the Tree, I am the Island…

In air, In water, and on ground,

I am in, I am out, I am within…

Real or Reflection, seen or unseen;

My leaves sway, shimmer, and seek…

My roots soak, sink, and surrender,

Longing to merge, melt, and meet…

Some will soothe, others shock, stab, and shatter;

Insides surface as outsides submerge…

In tight embraces, truths emerge,

The tree in me is shaken…

The island in me is broken,

Soil of memories clings to roots that now rot…

Waves gnaw, chip away every bit and mote;

Soon my sap seeps and saps…

I dissolve – I am particles, I am pieces,

Yes, there was a tree, there was an island…

Nothing ever remains except reminiscences.

Tree Island

pic: Gavin Hard castle