by Abbe Rolnick | Nov 2, 2023 | Abbe's Notes
The Grandfather Tree I was only three years old, when they found me asleep in The folds of your roots already you hand rings so thick, That you bulged. By the time I was five I could climb up the folds to your bottom branch. Still thin, young in tree-age. You became...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 4, 2023 | Abbe's Notes
Variegated I shine like a forest green leaf With yellow curved lines I meet the center vein Poked by earthbound mortals The promise of idols My colors fades to pale lemon Lines remain of green innocence Of sunshine brightness I split the difference Morph into buds of...
