Summer Peeks into Winter | Poem by David Michael Jackson

Summer Peeks into Winter

What are you doing there, Tree?

Are your leaves gone?

Did they not nourish seedlings

because you were planted

in this soil beside the road

in this tended yard

where nothing grows

without permission?

 

Do you watch me standing in the cold

beside my door?

Do we both look through your branches

to the grey sky and think of spring and new seeds?

How is it that we are here, Tree?

We are handed down eyes that see and leaves that worship the sun.

Summer visits us, Tree.

In the cold wind she sings to trees

of saplings and babies and bees.

 

david michael jackson

……image from Abstract Original Art