Tree Dance

I stand at my window

Watching you

Watching me.

Your graceful arms

– Reaching, searching –

Twist with the charm of

A prima ballerina

Defying the fury of

Harrowing winds.

Swooping low to the waiting ground,

Reaching up into piercing gray heavens,

Laughing, dancing to unheard music,

Defying the storm winds

That want to consume you.

Making me want to come out and play,

But fearful of danger

I cower in safety

And watch you dance…

         And watch you dance.