Today's photo and poem are about trees. I didn't write the poem as a companion to the photo, it just worked out that way. This tree is located on the bypass I drive every morning to work. For some reason, it fascinates me--maybe because it's alone in the field, and though it's obviously taken a beating, it's still standing tall. One morning when I drove by, the top branches jutted out from a fog bank that hid much of the trunk--and I just loved it. I wish I could have taken a photo, but it was too dark, and I didn't have the right photo equipment with me. But ever since that day, I always look for that tree.
The poem for the day is also about a tree: this one the magnolia in my grandchildren's garden. Just a short observation that I might develop into something longer later on. Enjoy!
January 16: Wind flips up the magnolia's leaves
baring its silver underside like a caberet dancer
flashing her fancy petticoat.