I value the trees in my yard as friends. We go through the seasons together. Trees give me joy, strength, hope.
Meeting
Face to face, or so it feels,
we meet,
(two sides of a window,
the blossoming tree and I)
we breathe, we deeply breathe,
together,
the same soft-bright sky,
above us both,
where one light cloud lingers,
then, in a dance with a breeze, lilts by.
Sweet flowering tree,
let us meet here, again,
before these fragrant petals fall,
and, in a future season,
when your strong branches
grace life with persistent fruit.
—M.L. Folkedahl-meehleder, friend of Prairiewoods