Autumn Heart
I gaze upon an Autumn tree –
It’s dying limbs falling numb.
Whole becomes half
In the second of a season.
The Autumn tree’s crying sap
Down the dark brown bark.
Like losing someone loved –
It’s deeply sorry to the roots.
Lonley among thousands
In the deepest of forests.
Amputated but strong
The Autumn tree keeps fighting until spring.
