Bare Trees

This is a book of poetry I know you will enjoy. Please indulge yourself. It is my third published book of poems. Bare Trees The beauty of bare trees right before the sun comes back Love just before it comsummates in a full-blown relationships A man right before he passes on what he knows to the next generation Poems written by an unknown author who questions his worth right before the public recognizes what he's written Ah, the value of everything right before the masses catch on and drive the price up; a Van Gogh worth millions when he could sell nothing all the time he painted and lived Bare trees naked silently awaiting spring and bursting to green wondrous life A Modulating Pulse Changes at random intervals Impossible for the ordinary mind to predict Marveling at the symmetry of what happens In a life, asking forgiveness, sympathy or A merciful conclusion, not often aware it is Modulating on top of destiny and heredity, Social inequality where the spokes of a huge Complex turning wheel meet in the center, Unaware in there of the origin or destination, Random intervals disguised as something Else, hands worn out trying to hold on to Constantly changing patterns desperately Seeking permanence in a world of flux and Change with no rational way out Twixt Twixt you and I There is a space That never goes away Even with our skin Touching skin Rubbing, kissing, making love There is a space A separate logic A different being The World There is nothing in the world Worthy of betraying my relationship with God - And yet I am tempted each and every day

Patrick Leach is a poet and artist with degrees from Cornell University and Washington State University. He left the corporate life in 1995 to focus on creating a life he wants to live. Writing and painting are his chosen professions. Patrick does landscape maintenance as a small business owner to earn a living.