Losing myself, looking at a tree
the tree does not respond
Up standing in the quiet autumn brisk, majestically
Taking in all the glories of the morning cold and darkness
Still - like no witness presents
like the darkness itself
or blinding light
Cows wander far away
whispering to people sleeping tight
And the tree
only reveals deep memories
A night owl breaks the silence
The dark blue bleeds into red and orange
It is someone's blood or kiss
or both
a man is missed
a man as majestic as the tree
rooting deep for the soft part of the world
water drains down
the sun kills all the sweet dreams
nov, 2025
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