wind
blowing dry branches
against the upper eaves
nature
knocking on my house
only visitor these days
it’s company
of a sort
branches through the window
in ways
I know my trees
very well
through the seasons
through the years
they’ve stood by through it all
and predictably
they change
season by season
bursting first
growing buds and fruit
prolific in their fullness
turning a rainbow
as the cold
entices them
till slowly they shed
and fill my yard
with crackling gold
each time
I’m startled
by their sudden barrenness
till snow coats
their bark
with a blanket
and the magic
begins
anew
through the windows
from my porch
from my yard
I watch
each twist and turn
of my tree’s life
