Friday

Tree History



A tree holds tree History:

Of a storm loosened branch
that now dangles and is dry.
Of generations of squirrels
and their scratched hieroglyphic.
Of leaves, each tenderness
each green, every gold then red.

The old man's first
offering of the season,
the snow that came this
morning, will be written.
And my name paired
with yours in the long ago
summer we chased and
played in the green cave.
A heart, carved initials

an arrow,  snow covered
today, but still warm.