A tree standing tall
isolated on a mountain top
moves and is moved by a world unseen
                                               but tangible
                     as it always has been

You can sense the years between
time refined as it passes by
       more clearly defined
              while still anchored in history

The rocks beneath
        broken and
                 bound
in roots that are fed from all around
      embraced tightly
               by what fruits they’ve found
always hungry.

When wind rises
      against brittle limbs
the tree will cast off what has died
      make room for stronger branches
                                                   to reside

Now, as the cold bares down,
        it reminds us of change
in hues of fire
        that slowly fall to embers
left against the world
                           naked,
waiting for warmer days.