In a message dated 05.07.03 7:09:00 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:

<< Maroon Knots [Intriguing title]

Junipers stare [I like the idea of junipers having ballroom danced with the
sky]
through a gauze of ice
after years of ballroom
with their partner, the sky.

Once breath sought roots,  [I'm confused as to breath]
to move in meditation, to linger;
cluster leaves longed to tickle
robins, chickadees.

Rings rupture: broken applause.  [I like the way this echoes gauze]
Empty nests tumble: frozen memory
holes. Branches whisper
and stretch to rest
on dirt, that old friend, old  [great line/stanza break here]

source, encountered oddly,
resistant in these changed
times. Snapped arms still  [and here]

held by a tendon
drape, brooms
that volunteer to sweep
themselves. The wounds
show surprising color
in the antiseptic air,
a view
made coldly evident.

I dare not touch the exposed  [Maybe don't need lumps?]
lumps of translucent green,
pugnacious, begging a release
from unguessable bent,
a trial
much greater than the self. >>

I like this tree poem.

kol tuv, Ryfkah