First flush of Spring //// green blooms in the arms of the trees en masse, a cloud of //// minty fresh /////////////// newness --- Life wakes one more ////////////////// time. --- c. Kate Gough

my ink_

i. my ink Grows greenly in the deep blue Sea of (V a s t, this)night, sending roots down deep, tendrils up and out -- a r OUnD in anticipation of the break (ing of soil,) of dawn and s w e e t a i r ---| but for now, Rest. Satisfied in soily…Read more my ink_

Trees, UK

England's predominant tree seems to be ancient, lone, and singlularly knotted, with boils and rough bark, straight and tall and massive, its numerous small scrabbly branches clutching its surrounds covetously; these trees hide much and forget little. Scotland's predominant tree strikes one as being various forms of straight, slim, tall, and proud, both youthful and…Read more Trees, UK

Shroud *i.

*i. The leaves' backs are bowed under the weight of an orphan snow. Steadily, steadily, a forlorn blanket hides the bright greens and muted grays of an accosted April night, blustering acidly about the day's clean yellow tulips and gracing sun-kissed surfaces with abrasive white garments. Appalled at the decay of Spring's burgeoning beauty, I…Read more Shroud *i.

Nature’s Marked

The tree outside my window is mottled with rot, its green and yellow leaves so lush and vibrant with life now show brittle, brownish black; Nature's marked suicidal, burning holes in her own beauty, wielding rays of sunlight like cigarettes and crying spent leaves like shivering tears dropping, dropping: {disappear} Winter's coming and she's no…Read more Nature’s Marked