Saturday, August 27, 2011

Plums


Plums

Old tree
 cut down in a stroke of meanness
It thrived
under the earth
Shoots reached slowly
out from the source
stealthily 
seeking a wary spot
growing, unnoticed
after years of solitude
 a new tree 
with many tributaries
into the hands 
of an accepting pruner
then giving it's gifts 
year after year.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Change



Orange 
meets red
until one color
 can't outdo the other

sun brightens
red comes forward
with her longer wavelength

Orange is nanometers away

a cloud, and then
spectrum's other side
beckons blue green
spitting their calm 
over the fire of 
redorange

dance the change