Friday, March 25, 2011

The Tree and Me

There's a tree just outside my window;
It has a papery, peeling back bark.
The branches are many and so slender,
I think it may be a gossamer tree.

All winter I watched it dazzle with rain;
Streetlights shimmered through it's many prisms.
Today these teardrops are light green leaves
And fuzzy fingers that are, with pollen, pregnant .

I can see the gull's flight through this veil;
I can peak through at the sky and the sea.
This lone tree feels like an intimate friend,
Placed outside this window, just for me.


  1. For me? Just for Me? I love things that are just for me!
    Doesn't happen often, but when it does what a thrill.

  2. God has a way of doing that! Just for you! He surely must love you a lot. ☺