The moon after noon,
waves hello to mere earthlings;
treat for day timers.
Matinee
As life
Subtly, yet screaming
of the spectrum that’s nature,
trees on my bike path.
Grounded
Kissing Mother Earth,
as grown up older child, trees,
attention seeking.
Summer light
As the sun comes out,
slumbering trees stretch awake,
clearing paleness; clouds.
Guides
Guardian angels,
towering tree lighthouses,
beacons for wildlife.
The Chaos Within 