Blending

the twisting of the trees:
waving arms like warriors
on the way to battle.
the falling of leaves:
shedding old summer skin
in turn for something lighter.

the shadows of light footsteps:
a pattern of giggling
on the sidewalks below.
the echoing of memories;
fragments of childhood
rasping up to the trees.

the circling of bluebirds:
layering the trees like icing
on a multi-level cake.
all this, happening
while each object is unaware
that the others' existences

are

blending.


~J.V.Harker~
~5 April 2009~