leaves stick, persistently, to my shoes,
i carry them into the house,
only to pick them off the carpet,
when they are dry.
the trees that grew up the road,
shed skin that found its way into my house.
i loved watching the secret life of plants, and learning about pollen,
how creatures and things carry it for thousands of miles
across vast mountainous terrain
before it cross pollinates with another thing,
to make something else again,
maybe that is what is happening with the trees, round here.
these thoughts i have when on my daily wanderings, my meditations,
and either side of them,
i made these things...
|A Flower For Your Thoughts|
|The Daisy Doodler|
|The Little Chestnut|