The Shadow of a Tree
The sky, so overwhelming..
it simply beckons,
grabs you..draws
you to its changing colors..
The sky shifts with the sun,
that skims across like a Winter
of Alaskan full moons
in the twilight of my life.
The sky tosses the fires
into edges; strokes the tips,
the belly, the limbs of the trees..
my spirit takes the trees' shape
as it extends my arms upward,
to feel the dusky peach-salmon
tints at the root of a soft cool night;
after deep butter yellows
have pressed this sky,
and the daylight had dressed
the plowed earth in iridescence,
as I, like the honorable trees,
stay rooted in Nature's soil.
The night will descend
with its violet-onyx hues;
the sterling silver stars,
the multi-rose tinctures
of man-made light will emerge.
My silhouette, with the trees',
will disappear, slip into the dark.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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