Written by: Jonathon Paarlberg

Gazing through a hazy window.
The scene outside,
it was great and gnarled.
That tree . . .
It's own canopy of shiny red leaves
shading meandering roots
and the wet green grass
that grew between and about them.

Grand tree.

Beheld, for a moment,
like white wine
lingering on my tongue.

The glistening grass.
The shimmering leaves.
The misty glass.

But then I saw it.
Reflection, or apparition?!
In the corner of my eye,
I caught it sneaking glances.