Trees cleansing themselves
shed dead skin and dry blossoms
retrieve life through death.
Full circle
In passing
Slow your horses down,
precious moments are crossing—
observe those nice trees.
Bloom
Roses have passed on,
my garden mint bears flowers—
little joys of life.
Container
Wooden enclosure
that’s bigger on the inside
life thrives in a tree.
Stay in touch
Walking the world, heart,
remember to stay grounded—
we belong to earth.
