While waiting in line I talk to the trees

Is there anything more serene
than seeing a baby blue sky
resting upon a tree’s new green?

I looked behind me
while waiting in line
and there were the trees
splendid as always
the old bodies
the new welcomes

I replied to their hello
and they drew my soul in
to the sound
of their colours
their many shades of green
kissing the subtle shade of blue

I ask again

Is there anything more serene
than seeing a baby blue sky
resting upon a tree’s new green?

 

Eye of the storm

It’s
understandable I suppose

we reach a point
where nothing exists

we reach that moment
when birds fail

and the trees
already slow in their time
inhale the heartbeats of life

One dares not
open the door
for fear of the shattering

and the not knowing
of what lies
beyond the silence