Mere
Figment
Of what it
Used to
Be
A
Solitary
Deceased
Pine
Tree
Monochrome Monday
The light
It
Frolicked
In the
Trees
Bidding all
Stay
Awhile
Should they
Please
snow upon downed trees
where filtered sun is the norm
melting no time soon
Through the
Aspen
Down the
Road
An arching
Canopy
Of
Gold
Silent Sunday – (11/03/19)
Wordless Wednesday – (10/30/19)
in the midst of pines
green canopy overhead
hang one in your car
Two
Entwined
Throughout
Time
Of like
Mind
With ties that
Bind
Symbiotically
Inclined
Together they
Dine
Sturdiest of
Pines
Longevity
Find
