From a distance, trees stand
as a copper canopy connected
through the grey capillaried branches
-Interspersed-
with neighboring reaches
like dreams that intersect
in likemindedness
intercoursed with shudders of occasional breezes.
I crack twigs underfoot
as shadows lean to the right
pointing the way around
to the sunset
Hearing the whispered rushes of
copperleaves in the wind
at my back.
Poem by Tammy C.