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

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

Their brittle branches
taking over the valley
flowering giants

Waving twisty limbs
in my park, casting magic—
deciduous trees.

Soaking up sunshine
basking in the winter glow
gum trees in the park

Long and lanky ghosts
standing still outside my bus
brittle and leafless