by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
I think that I will spend my time with trees,
living, eating, playing,
sitting on earth and folded knees.
I reckon them as friends,
and contemplate their demeanor;
the Maple, the Beech, and the Birch -
one, who bleeds sweetness for all to drink;
the dark and tortured bark of the next;
the other, whose leaves swirl carefree
on a cylindrical perch.
Have you taken the time to look at a leaf?
If you haven't, let me explain:
its veins are branches by any measure,
sprouting from a tiny trunk, left and right,
but never together.
This is the way to recognize a friend,
finding that familiar feeling of love
in the obvious features,
and down to the tiniest end.
And like true love,
I find comfort in the company of trees -
little of myself to prove.
No comments clever, no boasting wit,
just warm arms outreaching -
saying "take my hand and sit."
Last updated May 06, 2016