
“Branches” seems surplus;
limbs of giant ancient trees,
cutting “arms” sounds bad.

“Branches” seems surplus;
limbs of giant ancient trees,
cutting “arms” sounds bad.

Afraid, I hold back
leaping into the unknown;
trying new coffee.

Big blast from the past
the humble agapanthus
memories of home

Their brittle branches
taking over the valley
flowering giants

Modern commuter
the day dawns over traffic
breakfast in a bus