in three empty chairs . stories shared might still linger . in the morning air
overnight thunder . rolled through just distant enough . to romanticize
as the lilacs bloom . cool spring breezes are fading . into summer heat
flowers burst each spring . but winter makes us forget . so it’s a surprise
as spring discovers . the trees patiently waiting . they begin their dance
a snow-filled chaos . focuses thoughts and actions . mindful of each step
one story begins . its end, once the petals fall . a new one begins
in the naked tree . its branches tell the story . of life’s rich chaos
a small barrier . is still enough to constrain . the flow of water
a tree cannot know . the sensation of travel . and doesn’t need to
uptown jack 