Title Poem from "The Naked Tree"

In the taupe of the late afternoon

The tree remembered who it was

Shaking leaves off spindly limbs

Unraveling ancient myths

This plethora of greens

A forest scene on canvas

Tumbling thru funnels of wind

Turning yellow, orange and red.

The fallen sight of autumn.

Standing still under silver moonlight

The tree remembered who it was

The stark reality of connections

Many dimensions intertwined

With nature in all directions

The possibilities in sight

A perfect naked tree

Conscious now of

A sacred journey

To Oneness.

Its roots

Journey on

Unseen below

For their search

Of minute sips of

Precious water, every

Drop offering a wish, a

Quest to reconcile yesterday

And fortitude to emerge stronger

Tomorrow and the never ending now.

The naked tree

After shedding

Its leaves

Knows nothing

Of shame

Nor anxiety.

Standing tall

It delivers

A gift of life

For Gaia

Nature

Humanity

And all.