Thursday, April 29, 2010
Arbor Day, 2010
WAITING FOR A MESSAGE
Trees help you see slices of sky between branches.
point to things you could never reach.
Trees help you watch the growing happen,
Watch blossoms burst then die,
See shade twist to the pace of the sun,
Birds tear at unwilling seeds.
Trees take the eye to where it is,
to where it was,
then over to distant hills,
Faraway to other places and times,
A tree is a lens,
a viewfinder, a window .
I wait below
for a message
of what is yet to come.