For many
the five pointed leaf
of the sycamore,
the Mr Whippy-
like blossom of the conker
do not reveal
the type of tree.

And now and then,
I would also
like to see
a tree as just a tree.

Wanting to be a butterfly

I know why
the caterpillar
eats all day.

Dealing with Depression

Like a jar left outside,
she says.
Itís as if
itís been drizzling
for four days
and you are yet to notice
youíre drenched.

Tristan Moss

If you have any thoughts on these poems,  Tristan Moss 
would be pleased to hear them.