NPM: Treasure

The sun glazes each leaf on the branches stretched over me

Each serrated edge gilded with molten gold

I lay sprawled at the base of the tree

like a dragon on its hoard

but the treasure tosses above me

not below


NPWM Day 14: Chestnut

Beneath a giant, spreading chestnut

I found myself on a summer evening

The light hung like streamers from its branches,

pooling among its roots as molten gold

It creaked a windy greeting 

Its leaves murmured about sun and soil

and time, such time

I laid my hand against the massive trunk

and felt the press of years

and the pulsing life that started as a seed

still pushing outward, upward, always