Sticks and a brick and a pile of stones,
colorful leaves in the summertime,
angled branches with spindly twigs.
The water is still at the creekside bouquet.
Nature or Life?
The flowery ribcage blooms.
The circle of rocks, caved at the top, is nearly a heart.
The clean line of dandelions is infiltrated by a spider.
The pinecone sits alone.
Life or Change?
The staircase to nowhere has found a low, wide oak to befriend.
The berries are for the fairies.
The yellow flowers close in the sun.
Death is reborn with a stump, dried leaves, and a pinecone.