This morning I woke unsure about what day it was. When I was teaching full time, I often woke on the less structured days of summer unsure about the day. Now I have no excuse. I was delighted to remember it was Friday – Poetry Friday, until I realized I had no poem waiting to post. Or did I?
There’s a lovely cherry tree out back that has been a constant companion during our forty-three years in this house. It’s been a source of slices and poems many times over the years. This week, for no particular reason, a large limb split and bowed low, like it was just too tired to stay upright any longer. Usually that happens during a storm, but there was no storm, no wind. The first thing I worried about was losing the tree completely. But my husband took out his chainsaw, reshaped one side, and assured me my friend wasn’t done yet. I’m hoping for many more years through the seasons with this gentle giant.
The tree is a peaceful giant—
a burst of beautiful blossoms,
a home to birds and squirrels,
a vision in gold,
a bare-branched wonder.
From time to time limbs split,
give up the fight to stay connected,
reshape my old friend
who is not ready to give up completely.
Laura Shovan has the link for today’s Poetry Friday here. Thanks for hosting, Laura!