Window Poems

Here are a couple of seasonal poems I wrote about the tree that’s been living on the piece of earth that I call home much longer than I have.


Fall’s Descent

This old tree is leaving

the need for productivity behind.


Quietly, and quite slowly,

he appears to have changed his mind.


His newfound beauty is unmistakable

and noticed by most eyes,

but what I cherish is

the clarity

with which I see his other side.


Winter Branches

Even in the darkest, coldest nights

you stretch out your branches.


As the winds howl,

Your old soul creaks a bit.


Frail, though, you may appear

your strength is revealed in the morning

when the silence comes

and piles of snow adorn your back

as if this burden was your deepest delight.


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