
Rain’s always worth it—
little rainbows will emerge
lighten up our lives

Rain’s always worth it—
little rainbows will emerge
lighten up our lives

Thick suit of armour
oak bark wearing week-old moss
faces axe bearers

“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.