The Tree in my Yard Yellow-green catkins dangle from oak branch tips eject golden pollen. Red-tinged flowers open bud-shaped wombs receive gifts of the wind. Spent tassels rain to the ground —withered beads on a string— tangle in piles like snarled snakes. Greening acorns term pulse to Mother Earth brown heads, replete with cap. Ravished I lose myself in mystery.
Fay L. Loomis lives a quiet life in the woods in Kerhonkson, New York. A member of the Stone Ridge Library Writers and Rat’s Ass Review Workshop, her poetry and prose have appeared most recently in Burrow, Amethyst Review, Bindweed, True Chili, Blue Pepper, Al-Khemica Poetica, Sledgehammer Lit, and Spillwords.