Everyone should have a tree in a field somewhere
The one you would run to when the world turns black
The one in the meadow you pass on the train each day
which reminds you that some things are always still.
That in all the rush there is hush. There is lush.
I have a tree.
It’s boughs just right for hanging my coat
Its leaves gentle enough to give me shade but not block out the sun.
One day I will get off a stop early
One day I will clamber over the fence into that field.
One day I will lie there with nothing but a chirping to add sound to my sad day.
One day. Not today
Send me the winds that once blew the skirts of better women
Let me stir the molten brew through a crack made easy by a circle spawned
The waves that splintered better rock than me, And than thee.
Set them free.
I command the soil and air.
You who think your bones are made of stronger stuff.
Kneel and be humble to the low grumble of a sky gone mad
This lightening should be frightening
It snuffs the bulbs out in your home
To light up the heavens
Don’t be the arrogant hero
On ground zero.
Little by little like the wild colours of Fall….your love leaves me.
Ah but there is always that last storm
The one that takes too much at once
And I am left bare and skeletal
A dark frame against a pale grey light.
Soon though. Very soon
There will be a budding and a bloom
No room for curled up love , the one that rots in the grass where once our bodies lay entwined.
No soon there will be renewal
And you won’t recognise this frame
I will be full to brim. Lush with new love
While you will disappear under Spring’s new life.
Mulch for the life that you left.