Alone With My Friends

Alone with My Friends Palpable loneliness propels me to recline upon the deck, Amid the trees. The trees, my friends, who speak in “breeze” and Keep me company. Mr. Ash, you know is, too, alone and brittle of his kind; He tells me “Thank you for caring when am slow in the spring.” Mrs. Deep Green Elm frames my face and calls me by name; She lost her companion to a violent wind and will never be the same. Umbrellas of your leafing warmth are cuddling me, Though you daily must face the elements, you sing; You always spread your protective branches around and over me, Your own joy seeing sprigs looking down upon your saplings. All the while you know you’ll be called to fall some coming day. As will I. But until that day comes ‘neath a new hot Texas sky, You will take the place of those now gone to me And shade me lovingly with your arms.