Me In The Tree

I lost my mother to Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma over a year ago. Her dear friends planted a Red Maple in her memory at a neighborhood park, where my mother enjoyed walking and bird watching. I had the pleasure of visiting the maple this week, just as the leaves are starting to turn. It reminded me ofContinue reading “Me In The Tree”

Me In The Tree

My feet are planted firmly on the ground, As my toes drive deep into the damp earth; A sturdy foundation for my erect torso. Standing tall, my arms spread wide; My fingers stretch toward the sky sprouting leaves. My eyes stare as two woodpecker holes. I wait and I watch. For hundreds of years, IContinue reading “Me In The Tree”