Author: Mark

Poetry

Bare Trees

Bare trees10,000 fingers stretching skywardto feel the winds caressone last timebefore their deep slumberbeneath the frozen mantlein dreams of running sapand tiny leaves dancingin the breeze once more. We are bare trees8 billion fingers stretching outwardto feel the caress of humanityif only oncebefore the deep slumberbeneath the verdant greenin endless

Poetry

shadows behind curtains

Shadows behind curtainsflicker grey on greythrough mist and clatterof dishes scrubbedrobotlikeone side to the other. I smile and wavea pause suspendeddish poised for the rackand then a smile returnedperhaps the firstand last exchanged upon this day. ml’24 (The isolation of Covid has brought a new reality to all, especially those