May 11th, 2021
I've passed this tree before.
It took my breath away the first time round
So why, today, do I trudge my boots?
The leaves have grown longer, billowing stature
Branches outstretched and beckoning
Looking back at the path, fresh boot marks look deeper
Mud grey and dried, berries stuck to matted grass
Along this undulating thicket,
The wind still seems to find me
And the spring blue on my cheek
Has never felt quite so sweet
Perhaps this tree has also felt
Multiple recollections of me.