#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
I love how even a slight breeze
forces a maple wing to fly
in May, off its twig, how this ruby
seed can't help itself from falling
so artfully on
white bark, a broken branch
green scrim of swamp water
silver boulder near a brook
bright blades of new grass
All five decades of my life
my body has been a hopeless
dancer
Last night I dreamed I joined
a troupe, just showed up
on time for the master class
but all the dancers, late, made
the master mad –
Lucky for me, the dream
ended while we were only
stretching – not even the master knew
I'm an imposter
http://cortland.cce.cornell.edu/resources/know-your-trees