Outside My Window

outside my window palest of new leaf green spreads across my boreal forest covering the sky so prominent in winter I say my forest because I know each tree intimately it belongs to me as if any human can own something so immense never physically touching my mind has taken in every inch of nuance song of flush sap, its music flowing higher and higher branch, bud and leaf I belong to it because we have exchanged thoughts I have rejoiced at its renewal wept when I heard the long cry of its death at the hand of man clearing for no other reason than his aesthetics. They are brave and abiding dignified and humorous persistently repeating life beyond my window.