#cypress trees

Golden Gate Park, San Francisco California 11/22/25

The cypress trees are so beautiful. I love how their shapes have been sculpted by the ocean breeze and time.

March 2026

This is how cypresses bloom😊🌬 When there is a strong wind, whole clouds of pollen form, but my whole paw turned yellow after a naughtiness💛

Такие разные, величественные и мистические кипарисы озера Каддо. Фотограф Angie Birmingham. США (CORPUS CHRISTI). The diverse, majestic, and mystical cypresses of Caddo Lake. Photographer Angie Birmingham. USA (CORPUS CHRISTI).

All my longing, and the day it always stretches, all that unnerves me starts to recede.

Lifting the lock, slip past the rusted gate.

Lavender perfume pampers the air, a map of overgrown ivy on stone, traces of hyacinths and irises in the sunrays' trickling embers.

Lighting the sky, firefly ballerinas plié to a movement heard in the breeze.

Evening star, my Venus, my delight, your slow-motion form emerges from the sea of cypress and mossy aphros.

Mirroring gazes penetrate. You're every bit as shell-shocked as I am by the news of the world.

Symmetry of feeling in asymmetrical times.

Summer airs can be deceptively cool. My supplication is for the warmth of our embrace—gnarled arms of white oak entwined with the leafy quivers of our lips, starved of light, evident in constricted veins.

If only such moments would elongate. Tomorrow's terror fractures our peace; deer ticks burrow where thigh meets knee—

Roots planted firm, we face the straight-line winds of the oncoming summer's gale.

Sometimes the world is so dog shit so you go out and touch some grass….literally…I was laying all up in that grass to get some good angles