One Day I Watched a Tree Shed All Its Leaves in an Hour
One day I watched a tree shed all it’s leaves in an hour.
It was a young tree..
It’s haste left me rooted to the ground
It was taking my speed
My need to get it done get it done get it done now
get there now
do it now
have it now
My ineptitude in the art of waiting
Or was I poisoning it?
My mere presence sapping this tree of it’s youth
Bulldozing it towards winter’s crisp grasp
i remember walking down the gravel path at your aunts acreage.
the entrance is informal, merely a break in the bright red fence circumferencing her yard.
the paper birch trees hang limply over the walkway. their listlessness inspires a certain relaxation in us as we forget the world of parents, curfews.
the impending doom of september and the prison of ancient desks, smelly erasers and lined paper is forgotten. we disappear into the embrace of mother nature, playing at being our ancestors.
we are less then a stones throw from the highway. it doesnt matter. we are simply lost in the forest, as far as we are concerned.
This is a Tragic Ending.
I see her standing there,
ice from her eyes
breaking on the sidewalk
Warm,
and forgotten,
you feel no pain.
I hold her and melt her tears with
my breath, full of assurances that
its not okay
but it will be okay