
The earth’s infantry,
defends homes and livelihoods:
rows of native trees.

The earth’s infantry,
defends homes and livelihoods:
rows of native trees.

Tip of a tree branch—
broken nail hangs from the sky:
half-moon spectacle.

Autumn to winter—
grim reaper rattled the door,
deciduous trees.

Broken pearl necklace
scattered all over the road—
scarlet autumn leaves.

The teenage growth spurt:
trees shoot straight past their parents
twist into cables