photoart: ralph murre
One-Hundred-Year-Old
Oak
by David Scheler
The sumi-e brush
of the moon
inks across the slope
to my stairs,
tattoos the snowdrifts
with crisp silhouettes
of boughs, limbs and twigs––
chiaroscuro veining
reminding us
of what was once
a landscape
owned by owl and oak––
now a line drawing
on a wash of white,
sketched across
this parchment scroll.
~ first published in Plainsongs
