The tree’s shadow

The tree’s shadow draws me closer and
I am soon resting in the cool grass
Head pressed back against the rough bark
It reminds me that everything cannot be smooth
Or neat or tidy or perfect
Only in its own way
Deep breath captures me
As leaves spill around me like rain
The tree is bleeding red and gold
And I lift my hand up to hold one leaf
Floating towards me
Just beyond my grasp
Then the wind picks up, and the leaf turns away
To follow a new current
And I simply sit
As the moment holds me
~

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