Trees are their own entity and they are, themselves, a home for others.


Earth’s warmth

Soft Earth’s embrace

Heat rising from ground’s body

I imagine the boiling magma heart

Fall and rise in circles

Umber gold comes out in Autumn florals

Speckled warmth, dappled sky,

Colours flux and change positions


Orange shifts from tree to backdrop sky

Sun rolls downhill

Swallowed by Horizon’s mouth

Darkness rises – spectral sheet

Holes let the light through, shine.