Missing

As tears, rain drops fall,
ominous clouds gather round—
spring goes a hiding.

Zen boat

Hanging out at sea—
grounded but head in the clouds,
boats live the zen life.

Smaller garbage bins,

fewer landfills in our towns;

wishful thought, perhaps.

Aiming for the skies—
yet, spreading roots far and wide,
tree, a way of life.

Reaching all over,
wrapping arms around the throat—
time overtakes life.