All Disappearing

The houses
along the hillside
are all disappearing
behind
a slow
emergence of
leaves on the
budding trees.

The haze of purple-pink
is veiling everything
one bloom at a time.

Soon, the greening
leaves will hide even
the dirt of the hills
on which the trees stand,
holding them in place.

In two weeks the
mountains will appear
as lumbering isolates
with no dwellers,
no life other
than the trees.

Behind this
illusion, live the
people of the hills.

Seemingly invisible
soldiers of the woods.


Ciao!

TJM+