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The poor wind-blown trees: rich in nutrients,
at least, but sea-blasted, crooked to the
roots, laying down their arms in deference
to a much superior fighting force,
hanging their leafy heads in shame that they
cannot withstand this grand oceanic
battering ram, a united front come
up from the air’s equivalent of an
icy hell——blacker than the deep-pressured
and starless night of the sightless swimmers,
their taste rudely breezed into the bark——their
horror coming more in the vanity
of not knowing how they live when we see
trees upright each day that never complain.


Citrus is the word
For plants that flower
Oranges, Lemons
Grapefruits, Limes

Since ancient times
Tangerines are in there

Evergreen shrubs
With spiny shoots
Their fruit covered
In a zesty leather

Do they make
Lemon couches?
Spur heeled boots
Of orange peels?

These coastal growers
Fight scurvy
The little-known
Buddha’s hand stretches
In pell-mell clusters
Like squid tentacles

Piling goodness
In autumn shade
Peel a seedless
Clementine, a
Complex aroma
To enjoy.

The Wind That Moves The Trees

When simple storms
Turn raging winds
The mighty tree roots down

Lightning cracks
And branches thwack
Shaking leaves asunder

Even the strongest
Of the mighty oaks
Quiver at the thunder

And somewhere safe
In this tree-filled town
It’s almost time for bed

And a little girl
About your age
Nestles down her head

“Will our trees be ok?”
Asked the little girl
“Sleep now” says her mother

“And in the morning
The sun will shine
And the howling winds

Will all have stopped
And the trees
Will be just fine”

And little did
The small girl know
That just outside her small window

The trees clung tight to life
The mighty mamma bellowed

But oh I am so thirsty
This wind has made me tired
Perhaps a drink of water from all this driving rain


The wise old tree had spoken
The strongest trees don’t stop to drink
Until the storm has broken

Roots twist and twist
Beneath the earth
And twist and twist and wind

As  light bursts through the darkness
Calming wind and rain
In time

And the little girl
She loved her tree
For both were safe and fine

And she danced beneath the shade
Of the mighty Mama tree
Above the earth and roots

That twist and wind and hang on tight
Safe for sunny days
Strong throughout the night.

Sound The Song of Nature

Today I listened
As a musician’s
Turntable played
A disc of wood

It played with
No needle
Pop or click


 Is this what
Clarke understood?
Music from
A laser as

Tree rings made
Piano strings
Sound the song
Of nature.

Trees Shiver Leaves

A bowl of oatmeal,
A wet golden retriever,

They all shake it off,
Toughen up
In time,

Close, coats zip,
Red leaves hang-glide,

The day and night,
In equal parts:

Stored, Like A Tape Recorder on Pause

Jiggling atoms as
Though the sun taught trees
A dance,
One only fire knows,

Practice practice practice,
And with a dry ignite
The jiggling begins anew

Heat rays
Stored in trees,
When lit, activated,
Set free

Rhythmic and in tune
With the universe
And sun beams
And kindling and the wind.