Seasons And Days Of Trees

Just There

The way the trees beside this road lift their branches into rain, just there against the cloudy sky, tells me they are glad to be still blossoming, though they are old. Last night in the sunset, I saw the newborn leaves of one light up like celery and give themselves to a small wind, and I bowed my head in that light.

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