tree

i’ve got some strange attraction to trees

as if i might fall in love with one someday

i may just sit beneath one for an hour or two

and the hours will turn into days and years

and there i will sit, wistful and windblown

…we’ll grow into each other

and autumn will be our favorite season

(i’ll lay beneath the branches and be doused

in auburns and burgundies and jades

and i’ll bring new meaning to the words

tree hugger)

of course, the only talking that needs to be done

will be done by the breeze:

it will be me and the tree and the wind hum

the tree and i, we’ll be lovers

but mostly we’ll just be