Tree

elusive silence-
a old game of whispers played
within my own head
–
before dawn-
the wind talking
with the leaves

all I have of you-
the crossword and a ring left
by your coffee cup
–
saplings-
rooted
in the shade

as venus rises
the sun on the horizon
sets the trees aglow
–
western fires-
too soon dowsed
by a deluge of stars

a shattered windshield-
shards of broken promises
spread across the road
–
text messages-
driving past what
used to be a car

dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom
–
soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines

years of my life spent
in the futile pursuit of
bubbe’s chicken soup
–
easy rain-
sandwiches and
tomato soup

slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back
–
snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night

the constant north wind-
a forest of leaning trees
hunched against the cold
–
april fools-
a robin’s tracks
in the snow

watching from afar-
a tree falls in the forest
the silence unheard
–
old oak tree-
climbing vines
reach for the su

eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay
–
cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers