Arboreal Awakening

The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too.
We will enjoy another warm season with these old friends.
tiniest blossoms
bowing its lowest branches
over the deck
basking in the radiance
of mountain sunsets
photo by Valeriy Andrushko





