Psithurism

It’s a fancy word for the simple

sound of leaves whispering in the breeze.

We like to name things. Especially when

we don’t understand them: illnesses, moods, stars,

scent of a baby’s scalp at midnight.

 

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April Second

The ducks have paddled away and so

I can skip stones across the pond.

Tree leaves like mouse ears, April bulbs

above ground though nights are still cold.

My mood is all yellow and purple.

 

What the tree leaves behind

after many autumns, winters and final fall

is rings – a dendrochronology of  historical context,

environmental conditions, and possible future issues.

Earlywood,  latewood, drought year, wet year, diseases –

no soul, but a body outliving life.

 

tree rings