We lost 2 oak trees this week,
or the best part of them, anyway.
Wednesday, 3 men came
with a bucket truck and cut down
the top two thirds
of a couple of trees
that were too close to the house.
One of them,
half of a double trunked tree,
had lifted its leafy fingers
to the sky for years,
and now what's left of it
seems sad and bare.
|Texture by Kim Klassen|
Don says a tree is almost never cut down
without revealing something else,
and around here, that's usually more trees.
I appreciated the wisdom
of this theoretically,
but every time I glanced at the tree,
I could only see what wasn't there.
In the evening, Don went to bed before me.
I sat in a quiet house writing a letter,
Barley curled up sleeping
on the pad at my feet.
Christmas lights still twinkled from the little
tree on the dining room table, and out of
the window to the southwest,
the crescent moon
made a smiley face over the lake.
The letter finished, Barley and I padded off to the bedroom.
From out of the window to the east, low in the dark sky,
Orion winked at me, and I paused mid-step.
I had never seen Orion from that window before.
Then I remembered the tree. There was something hiding behind it after all.
I drifted off into a dream of summer with new leaves,
and branches growing strong and reaching their fingers to the clouds.
In the meantime, I'll be appreciating my new view of Orion in the night sky.
Linking with Skywatch Friday