Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Questions

When your arms reach to clouds
what do they pick,
and do your leaves learn to fly,
over time, from spring to fall?

Can you shift, if just a little,
to shield bird nests
from the two-faced wind,
and do you fear
unruly, half-baked laws of nature
reducing bright feathers to rags?

Do you have hidden eyes
to watch billion suns and moons
or ears to hear angels’ wings,
and do you feel the upward anguish
or earthlings who take refuge
under your shade?


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Prompt: Trees