Everyday magic

If you look long enough

into this magic tree

that’s taken root outside my window

here’s what you will see –

a lattice of leaves

transform mid-morning

into starry sky….

Street sounds,

motorcar horns

become

the musical clip-clop

of a horse…

cruel smoke and smog

filter through

as shape-shifting stardust…

and tears charmed

right out of my eyes

to become

drops of dew, drops of rain

on the leaves’ undersides…  

Poet tree

In the ugliness

of concrete and tar

of greed and lies

of unforgiving city life

stands this silent

yogi of a tree.

It blossoms

in peak summer

in harshest weather

soaking in

punishing heat

emanating

cool, yellow shade.

Its blossoms’ brightness

fades every day

deepens every night.

And when

a gust of cool wind

loses its way

and blows into my room

the yogi tree

sends along

some leaves

some blossoms

– its own inspired poetry ….