Tree-Thinking
There are trees
Blues between the branches
Angled yellow lights
Slicing shadows
Day’s possibilities
At night,
The shadows, you know, will be longer
Sky’s light will change to silver
Trees will seem rougher
And the buildings,
Though they’re not
The night has
Possibilities
Remembering
Not the daytime but its own
C L Couch
Photo by Mitchell Luo on Unsplash
Tree Bark
clcouch123 
June 12, 2020 at 4:19 pm
Have you ever watched trees at night, Christopher? We had a hot humid day two days ago and I was sitting out at night staring at the trees, as you probably were to write this poem, and found myself looking at the light between the branches and amazed at all the different shapes that could be discerned. Mainly images of faces. Never noticed this before.
June 12, 2020 at 6:29 pm
Thank you, Len. I haven’t seen the faces. Now I will be looking for them!
June 12, 2020 at 8:11 pm
The night as an entity, I like that idea. It’s certainly a different place, and you’re right, the trees come into their own after dark when the buildings are obviously inert.
June 14, 2020 at 3:09 am
Thank you. I like to think of the night as its own space and time and quantity. The trees do seem more alive or at least alive in a different way. As if they’re welcoming the nighttime creatures that will course through and between them.
June 14, 2020 at 8:22 am
You’re exactly right. I hadn’t thought of it like that before but it seems obvious now.