Counting (78)

Counting your branches were bare just two days ago i suppose there were signs of life and i knew it was about that time but i couldn’t see just how close you were to shading my walk and hiding places of chirping and squirreling around perhaps it’s strange that i took the time to count the number of months that you will live in seeming fulness before you drop these greens that delight my heart six, maybe seven and considered the number of days until the days grow shorter again i wonder at how the sight of new life and the warmth of the late-evening sun on longer days can inspire childlike delight and a sense of longing and loss in the distance of just one breath or even half of the breath the ever-present reminder giving and receiving taking and letting go in-ing and out-ing filling and releasing just two days ago your branches were bare