“She is my beautiful tree
Home of emerald leaves…”

“…And what union could ever be more beautiful
than the soft angelic murmurations of starlings…”

“raindrops feel different in spring / drizzling anxious bark / melting our xylem frosts / pumping hushed hope…”

“forgotten roots / unearthed / sustain a soaring tree…”

“poets dig deftly to reach through

their abstracted universes of love”