Little Tree Lost
Oh how I love a tree;
any tree, anywhere:
longtime triple-trunked
royal trees;
redwoods giant, gallant
rising, heavenly;
trees, tall and slender,
so tall you can’t catch them;
short trees eye to eye with me
and so we talk squirrel talk.
I have a tree inside about 18” high;
he lives on my corian counter;
when he hears the wind,
and takes a look outside
he sees his cousins swaying
cries a tear and softly sighs.
©Kathryn M. Collins
November 25, 2007
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2013
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