A walnut tree
Leans over my house like a mother
And in the morning,
My bedroom window is shaded by her leafy branches hanging down
Like unbound hair.
All summer long,
She is a comforting companion
And she rustles in the breeze
As if she were folding clean sheets
Or moving about in long old-fashioned skirts.
But each year,
Usually in November,
She drops all her leaves in a single day,
As if autumn had simply broken her heart at a single stroke.
This winter just gone,
I knew exactly how she felt--
Both of us bare,
Bearing the weight of a hard winter on our shoulders.
Did my walnut tree know
That Nature will out?
Was she being coy
Not sharing what she knew?
Once again it's spring and she
Leans over the ones she loves.
She knows that, all unexpectedly,
Someone brought their sweetness
And my world greened up,
With summer and a warming trend
Blowing in from a western sky.