From a distance I asked the tree
For days we stood face to face
In the gulf of uncertainty as
Words flowed between in a language
I did not know.
Its leaves began to change
and I asked how this felt. Does it hurt?
When the leaves began to fall en masse
I asked again if it hurt.
Still no discernible answer.
When the snow began to fall
Its skeleton limbs provided little
Shelter and I briefly thought
To use them to make fire as the
Temperature dropped and the
Earth hardened beyond recognition
The path I took no longer visible.
On a particularly cold evening the sky
Cleared and the moon like water
Sought every corner of the fields
Bringing them to life in this darkest of days.
How beautiful the tree burning like a new
Lover seeking approval, the first impression.
With these thoughts I fell
asleep to the sound of nothing
and lost myself to hard questions
struggling to place myself within.
I awoke and a tree was closer
my head upon a root.