one more day.

leaving a mark of good fortune.
that's how i doo-doo that woodsly warrior poetry.
that's the F in futhark.
and it's carved into the skin of a really good-lookin' beech.
when it comes to runescarred lovers and leafy leavers,
everybody knows that beech trees are the best trees.
no other bark takes to the subtle slicing and dicing
of aftermarket marky marks like a beech.
i whispered some sweet nothings to 'im,
all soothsayin' and sympathetic,
but i still put the ouch up on 'im too.
cruel to be kind,
and vice versa, ya'll.
i adopted this one as my fortunate fehu father.
(i guess that makes me a son of a beech.....c'mon)
it's actually conjoined with a maple tree,
and is holding it down whilst holding ms. maple up.
that's 'ucking teamwork.


this is another 'nother beech tree.
just look at those unfurling branch buds.
they're like fuzzy snake babies.
miniature arboreal quetzalcoatls,
expanding outwards,
a little more each day.
doooooope.
i'm just sayin'.
everything up here is finally getting
that growth-colored glow to it.
the faint blurry edge of color that comes late,
which is still better than never,
to the great northern woodsliness.
today's the last day of april, my ninjas.
one more month right down the pipeline.
tomorrow is May Day.
tomorrow is THE day.
but then again,
so is every day.

we get to spend a rainy first day of may
here in the riverside wonderland of the mountains.
i am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft......