sitting on a bench

sitting here on a bench

the world comes to me in all it’s wild splendors

the sun warms me, finally

drying me from the cold


i hear nothing but soft wind

my hair highlighted, golden

and when i close my eyes

its bright and blue



the trees are quiet, ancient , still

reflections of my life

paraded in their shadow

i am comforted by their mighty trunks


i have surrended to my mind

to the silence of these beings

it may be difficult to explain

to those who have never known the company of the green

how they can cradle your painful sorrows

just by being there