Tuesday, October 7, 2014


In my world when you are surrounded
like the wild mustangs on the open plains
like Robin Hood and his Merry Men
like the tree canopy of the Applachians
there is bound to be a seedling ~

like this one hiding in the hinoki shrub

wedged neatly within the cupped green needle-like extensions

far below the mother maple tree

not distant from the fothergilla shrub saved from loss years ago

around the corner from mountain ash growing happily with the white pine

where the pine needles fall onto the teak chaise lounger

where high above the Virginia Creeper takes advantage of this year's display

I look up, way up
and smell the air
because it's time for my garden
to ready for slumber,
not until the colour spills everywhere though.