Anchoring The Earth

The tree of darkness balanced its shade.
Between all its leaves spiders spun webs.

In only one spot a circle of moonlight snuck through.
It illuminated a heart surrounding two names carved on its trunk.

The question is who would choose such a tree
to declare their love?

Even here a breeze disguises a greater breath
its collision with my cheek and throat.

As the moon sets, the spiders’ abdomens
issue a phosphorescent glow.

The leafy canopy blocks out all other constellations
to create its own in radiant blue hues.

Lamb Of God

Where the arroyo ends
at a man-made berm
a tree sings the history of the mountain
its roots pull from the earth.

It sings the migration of atoms
and electrons from ground to sky.
And the natural chemical processes
altering substances.

The tree sings to attract those
who could make this spot a place of worship,
instead of a pause along a trail
that leads farther up the mountain.

It sings of a time when trees
shepherd the earth again.