A giant maple tree magnified morel zoomed out galaxy scheme I brushed my fingers against living bark to stand still as a deer
waiting
maybe it was the chill in the air the heavy silence follows migrated birds whispered “Stay.” I sat on roots under a sparse canopy rustic leaves and peeked up at the sky my shoulders slowly uncurl back from my ears to fall into the letter T my jaw slacken unburdened in the whipping wind A partition of branches and leaves yanked lifting dry parchment, sheet paper light to swirl higher and higher falling from the bright sky into the moist folds of earth
disappearing
eventual
while red cardinals descend pin dots- widen into shape They’ve already molted. Crimson feathers land at my feet
Swift dramatic mundane staying through every season of me
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 