The Last Snowflake


Only a few flakes swirl now, meandering towards the earth

as winter loses its battle, green shoots stand at attention,

while in the silence, the sun pulls away

the clouds,

and the last snowflake

melts on the petal

of a daffodil.


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The Grandfather Tree


It took so many years to get this tall, so many branches growing from his roots,

he never mourned his place though, always bending with the wind.

So many storms producing scars, gnarls and knots with bark

now forever etched, but he can still smile, especially

in the spring, and he prays to this day

for the young couples

as they walk by

hand in hand.


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Memories of the Forest


Green leaves, turtles in the pond sticking their heads

just above the water, and an owl at sunset objecting

to my feet walking, a stick snapping, stepping

over a tree down, and yet

I wonder if the forest will remember

how warm the summer felt, and autumn

bursting, and the beautiful

rain, washing us.


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