Fairytales
The Beech tree’s texture and curves
inspire me to place lines on a page,
never in proportion,
never its character portrayed,
to much time and dedication
my young ignorance used to fill.
I now draw the memories,
the generalized notions of trees,
is it laziness?
or a moving-on
in creating my visual poems,
my fairytales
about the beings I so love.
Night Songs