See this flock of Beech
leaves?
Heed the rustling chorale
It’s way past mid March
yet they’re resolute, held
Casually shimmering
neath Maple Blossom Moon
illuminating such a cluster
of
darkness-spun woods
What wanton wind
shall finally release them-
Fagus grandifolia - to flash into night?
Listen- as this year's
eager buds do swell
Oh, my diaphanous
forest queen – comes our
child song of smooth branch;
refrain of Luminous mother tree
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