It’s a two-video day! Both of these began as photo-and-poetry posts at Woodrat photoblog and Instagram. Both were shot on my aging iPhone.
As the green drains from the leaves, why doesn’t it pool underground like a reservoir of eternal summer?
Why don’t the green, leaf-shaped katydids turn brilliant colors before they die?
When lovers intertwine, why don’t they fuse like roots from adjacent trees?
If a human falls in a city and there are no trees around, does it leave a hole?
An early snow prompts memories of last year at this time: three haiku-like things.
the sky is falling:
autumn leaves turning
white with snow*
November surprise:
white supremacists elect
an orange leader*
it’s not winter
it’s white springtime
#fakenews