The redbud's broad green leaves
float on long stems
from the stump I’ve left behind
half-dozen times instead
of digging it up
to chase insistent roots
with a shovel, unearthing
its bed of fat succulents
outside my window.
So determined,
it has even lifted a flower pot
to find the sunlight.
On light gusts it waves
in the corner of my eye
to interrupt my thoughts
as if a visitor arriving
with something important
to tell me.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry
Tagged determination, persistence, photography, poetry, Redbud, roots
We float like leaves—
moments balanced
between extremes
we haven’t seen—
for small epiphanies:
the intersections
of imperfect circles,
elliptical orbits
of other planes
and gravities.
Season to season,
we float like leaves
as fodder for the earth
returning to the roots
and the skeletons of trees.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged cycles, Dry Creek, epiphany, leaves, photographs, poetry, roots, trees, weather, wildlife
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