breathing the tree sighs I sigh back
when it hears me singing bird at the feeder
sun warmed tomato and my bones ripe
sun slips into monochrome asters
trimming the weeping cherry bowl cut
breathing the tree sighs I sigh back
when it hears me singing bird at the feeder
sun warmed tomato and my bones ripe
sun slips into monochrome asters
trimming the weeping cherry bowl cut