This morning, after the blizzard,
after the sun came out,
there was a moment when the shadows
of the empty cottonwood trees
patterned the snow like tree-sized lungs—
the trunk was a bronchus,
and the branches, bronchioles
that split into twiggish alveoli.
And the tree seemed to say, Remember.
I often neglect to be grateful
for lungs, for breath—
such a simple, forgettable gift.
But in the dividing silhouette,
I saw into myself, a divine branching,
an inner tree, an invitation
to sit and breathe. Remember, it seemed
to say, and I followed the lines until
they disappeared into the light.
Stunning imagery and thoughts.. Thank you, Rosemerry, for this beautiful, timely poem! Bless you. 😊❤️
thank you, Joy … I was so astonished by the similarity! And of course, there’s the reciprocity … and the fragility.
Unbelievably beautiful Wendy thanks for sharing, love you two, stay safe
Thank you, Kate … breathe! i remind myself, breathe.