From the past into the future
Along the crest of the Guadalupe I walk
In the shelter of trees whose ancestors
Remember the beginning of time
The river shares its history with me
As it flows past the bend, into the future
Doves fly up at my approach
Only then do we notice each other
The deer and I, startled
On alert
My memories are housed in a backlit tree
A few branches almost as bright as day
Details dangle on the leaves and
Murmur in the background
The tree shrinks some memories so small
Its trunk conceals them in its woody crevices
Where no light reaches
The farthest twigs hold on to my distant past
Out of my reach, forever
Tree full of memories
NaPoWriMo Day 15
Temperatures drop
Screaming wind slashes the earth
For some, no escape
No escape this time
NaPoWriMo Day 14
What’s beneath?
Exhausted from searching
In my dreamland quests
Always seeking the trees
Beyond my reach
Leaves furl away at my glance
Unfurl to peek back, claiming it’s the wind
Bare roots and branches seem to hide nothing
But I wonder
NaPoWriMo Day 12
Recently I lamented that a hard, late freeze would kill all the flowers on our two peach trees, preventing any kind of peach crop this year.
Wrong again!
We have lots of peaches! Somehow they survived the two or three nights of temperatures in the 20s and the peaches are emerging. There might even be enough for the birds and to have a few left over for us. Time will tell.
Yes, we have peaches!
It's a long story ... 