Please don’t mind me, Tree, as I slip so quietly into your shade, as I sip so softly the breath of your leaves. It’s your strength I...

These trees. A forest surrounds me. I am accustomed to growth. Striving.   Nurturing. ~~~ I accept the boughs above me. There is...

There was something in me that loved to climb; sadly that thing, in the end, settled down; peeking up tree skirts no more fills my time; ...