Spring Poems

[brynmawr1]

horizon    how many
fingers a tree sprouts
feeling every inch




Throwing the thawed hatchlings out
back    a week of worms
dissolve in rain




rain
 seed
   acorn
    branch
      tree
       men too
 fall on asphalt



days like
            dark leaves passing
             to ochre and violet
soil

Hi Miley,
Interestingly, I read this as one poem and it mostly worked for me (even though the title clearly says 'poemS'.  I really like the first stanza(poem).  Love the image of the tree's fingers feeling along the horizon.  Good stuff.  I particularly want to combine the last two with 'men', the double meaning of fall enjambed into days and then leaves all turning to decay.
Thanks for the read
bryn