The leaves, plucked off by a cold wind. Do they know our lives and emotions? Have they watched over us as we drink our café carcinogens, only partially aware of our hypocrisies and adaptations? Do they feel our pulse, or just see us pass? It has been too long since I communed with the Aspen of Colorado. One day, we will meet again. For now, I’m…

Unprepared

Aspen
Caught in the trees
Where anyone wanders
Can I fly

Walking
Tossing the fleece
Embracing the cold and
Letting cry

Can I ask once
Would you listen
Would you hold me like you did

Could you treat me
Like when I was a kid

Laurels
Seeking a shadow
Looking for any way back home

Soaring
With wings for ignoring
Would you take a chance
Man I know

Tying
The noose where undying
The chains holding back
Oh insecure

Sighing
Your love without prying
Uncover the kindness
With madness pure

Can I wonder
The earthen tones
The valleys, mountains, open roam
Can I gather
Before you on my own

Clever
But never enough
To hold onto you
A bone in the buff
Would you pray for me
Or say my name

Ever and after the always we shared
The simplest sadnesses beaten and spared
They came back for horror in time
They came back for horror in time

But I’m unprepared