In the wild, western reaches of the land
called Pennsylvania, as we drove for the first
time to the famous city of Pittsburgh, we saw
signs with spray-painted letters and pointing
arrows, saying, GOT FAR WOOD? or FAR WOOD SOLD HERE
Is there really a tree called far?
White, shadow-dappled, fluffy snow laces around the feet of many tall, brown, naked, foggy-gray-brown, branchy, twiggy trees that dance across the fields and hills of the exotic land of Illinois.
Morning sun glances
off icy patches on a small
pond from behind naked
winter Illinois trees
The leaves are free…free!
After months of captivity, locked up
attached to trees, eating the same
thing every day, hanging
with the same neighbors constantly
Now, broken loose, they get to learn how to
fly, flip, jump, roll anywhere, alone or among
a whole gang of free golden colored spirits
in complete abandon…abandon!
The few deciduous trees blaze with the intense autumnal changes
The few pine trees stoically remain unchanged, green, unaffected
The few elms just have leaves, then drop them off, and look naked
The variety resembles individual human reactions to life’s changes