Arboreal Awakening     The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy another warm season with these old friends. tiniest blossoms bowing its lowest branches over the deck basking…

  Calcified gray dust rests on the screen of the bathroom window. Staining the sight of turned, sagging leaves under a gray sky. Leaves that wait for the next deluge or tempest. third day of rain a recently mowed lawn overgrown   more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Tim Mossholder     first published on Image…