Where Trees Fall

Where Trees Fall

Rich nutrients are locked away in fallen trees.
A treasure awaits release in fallen trees.

I harvest corpses: redwood, sycamore, pine, oak.
I cobble together tables from fallen trees.

Bay windows lined with birch watch the canopy wave.
An artificial forest without fallen trees.

Without coarse woody debris the cycle is halt-
edited out dried leaves, fungus spores, fallen trees.

Where trees fall, new growth, one life brings forth a thousand
a nebula, cradle, crafted from fallen trees.

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Adventures In Edmonds, WA

Adventures In Edmonds, WA

As mentioned in a previous post, you have to live to write and (for writers) write to live. The two are inseparable. So, I decided today was and exploration day. I picked a random park here my home and went for a mini-hike.

The park in question was…

My hike lasted on 30 minutes because the trail was pretty short and lead to residential areas. Also, I got hungry… But, there are many other trails to explore and I most definitely will be back soon.

The trees were huge and majestic. Some reached so high that I could barely make out the canopy. Others reminded me of the om, the idea of the continously echoing sound of the universe. Where one tree ends, another begins.

The local residents, however, reminded me that civilization and human impact have left their mark. This park was not as wild as I had hoped. There were sewer drains and manholes hidden under fallen pine needles. There were scattered pieces of trash here and there. But what was most disturbing to me was the ducks.

Animals, wild ones, usually run from me. I took it as part of their wildness and intellect. I would be afraid if a strange bipedal creature with large eyes and a light box came up to me to. But these ducks…

These cuterms guys followed me! Out of no where I heard the fluttering of ducks and the splash of their bodis hitting the pond. They must have heard me as I approached the pond. I took a look and saw 8 then 10 then 15 ducks heading my way. I started to back away as I realized that these ducks… have been unintentionally domesticated. So, I ran off but not before taking a quick pic of my duck chasers.

I then stumbled on an invasive species…

A bridge over a dry creek bed…

And the not-scary-at-all-tube-tunnel..

Nope not horror-movie-fuel at all. Nope…

And yes, I went through it. I held my phone out to light the path. The tunnel lead me to…

The street. I was so disappointed I didn’t bother to photograph this moment. I saw a Canada Dry can left by the other end of the tunnel and that was it.

All and all, my little hike did allow me to experience tempered nature in my new home town. I hope to explore more of Washington in the coming days.

Happy reading and happy writing my fellow dragons.

Driving Through A Murder

Driving Through A Murder

Head lights illuminate
the pot marked street.
Laurels arch their branches
over the road, casting
shadows
hands
cross
my field
of vision.

A murmuration
chased by
a murder
is revealed
at the end.

The roar
of engine
mixes with
the cries
of starlings
of crows
of wind.

A murmuration
chased by
a murder
scatters
the sunset.

Crows chase
cottonwood
fluff
darting
left
right
in front
of me.

A murmuration
chased by
a murder
and I
fear
impact.