Sitting in the dogwoods
Watching auburn flee from the woods
Hurrying, scurrying down foot dirt trails
They take their leaves
Do they think their escaping somewhere?
Draping brambles and swimming in brooks
Stealing the breeze these little natural crooks
Hide and go seekers without any peepers
.The wind blows the whistle
And they all turn like friends
Spinning little land sharks
Strewed amongst the old bark
Following the leader
Friends till the wind ends
.
They’ve converted the trees
Into wicks in the sky
Only a few leaves
Left like little spies
When the last leaf falls
You hear the dogwoods cry
As winter winds blow in
.
Naked and alone
Useless shade sways
Alone for the whole winter
But soon spring will say
All you little leave’s
Back into the trees
.
I’ve seen majestic green
The coming in of spring
Blooms explode
Tree shade’s overloads
Heavy steps under branches
Spring begins her wind dances
.
Then here comes summer
Thick tears of sap begin their trip
Down the shade made for hot days
Tree tears begin to drip
For falls around the corner
Slumber comes for lumber again
Beginning the race all over
Flying leaves begin their spin
Dogs begin their barking, leafs again escape
Under the dogwoods I sit
Fulfilled by her escaping grace
.
But then I faunally realize
We both trace the coldly winter
Nature’s always the winner
Against branches of the human race
So it appears that we are “one with nature”
