A funny thing called, Nature

Oh magnolia tree,

why must you leave

traces of silver in your river?

Too many golden bodies

have gone limp attempting

to gather your glitter.

Sweet rain trickles

through the maples,

dripping sugary droplets

onto the crabapple trees

beneath them, feeding the sweet-

toothed creatures who eat them...

...I am a dogwood leaf

patiently waiting to be

chased by a dog’s

drooled teeth.

I am crunchy.

I am fragile

I am free.

I am sweet...

...Life is a

front yard garden.

Love is a seed in the sun.

We humans are the plants,

waiting to see which flower we become...