Old oak teaches young,

History

Many greats ancestors,

Fossilized.

Pressed between limestone

Pages.

Of megaannums,

Myth,

As well, truth.

Chapters buried under layers of

Stone, earth.

Time, the

Author

————

Age, young tree cannot

Fathom.

Then, fathoms of seas,

Deep

Old says, where we stand,

Once water.

She tells Young,

More years,

Many more years will go

By.

You will grow tall,

Elegant, she

Says.

Robins will nest in your

Branches.

Families.

They are trees of another kind

———-

Old says, now rain is on its

Way

Our thirst will be

Quenched.

———-

Young says, Elder,

Tomorrow will you tell me more

Stories?

I want to

Listen.

A River at gloaming,

Then,

Night.

Movement.

Away from village.

Toward forested

Secrets,

Wildlife, resting or

Hunting?

Moonlight, dimmed but

Reckless.

River rushes,

Works.

The art of its voice,

As nighttime narrative.

Its journey disguises sounds,

Of lovers

Coupling,

Of ancient stones come to

Life.

Fabric of water, smooth silken

Shadows,

Cobalt, silver.

Its destination,

The tides.

Swallowed by sea dragons guarding

Their

Keeps.

Keeping their confidences.

Aspiring to conquer fire breathing

Islands.

The tales they could tell of River At Night.

Damselfly,

By another name

Darns blades of grass,

Sometime dowser –

Water lover.

———-

Rose bush spider.

Ruefully,

Eyes flies

Her familiar,

Her precious silk.

Weaves.

Waits.

Incautious prey

Plus

Fiber, magical.

———-

Morning, misted.

Clover makes bare feet feel,

Welcome.

Buzzing bumbles cast spells,

Meditative,

Calm.

———–

Remember,

Look up!

Wandering Cirrus.

Cumulonimbus.

———–

Towhees, fledged.

Crows, eyes peeled.

Their throaty, murderous

Song.

Open windows, breezes,

Blue satin, shenanigans.

———–

Choose your own adventure,

A novel in stories,

Shade of maples,

Love under weeping.

Willows.

Couples part.

Couples join.

———–

The tales Summer could tell.