Tree of Life

We remember

dancing in September.

Crown Point corridor

by boat breeze.

Mt. Hood doorstep

delight through the trees.

Cresting crisp air

juniper fresh.

Forever fondness

central desert lands.

An ambient soundscape

barefoot on Pacific’s shore.

Birth of each new branch

growth develops more.

Imperfect, yet whole

beauty lives in the soul.

As the stars chase

the clouds away.