Wind sweep-
a silent drift of air would sneak
by but caught by single leaf
sentinel signal
dangled in the calm
Farther from my eye
flocking leaf fingers wave a passing hand
a hiss through standing naked stalks-
advance guard of the distant blow
approaching drone
unseen until whose billows swell
green top crowns
descend to smack
into my face my skin
squeeze tight the tip of nose and toe
burn breath into my lungs, crack my eyes.
Through tears brown leaf sprays cling
defiant of cold and wind
would not fall would not fly
would though softer make bare silhouettes
of branch and bush against the sky
if I
would but allow
and not see death hung dry, erect.
My ear
The sizzling meat sounds hear
Through oak in pale, pale sun
to meet the whoosh, the rush-by
bending needle pine branch
to liberate
with trumpet blare with weightless wave-
Mariah
who declares the day
is hers
My exhaled breath
swims through my teeth
floats on lonely trails to distant sky
without goodbye…
Through the eyes of a nature-boy 