Tree Dance

I stand at my window

Watching you

Watchingme.

Your graceful arms

– Reaching, searching –

Twist with the charm of

A prima ballerina

Defying the fury of

Harrowing winds.

Swooping low to thewaiting ground,

Reaching up into piercinggray heavens,

Laughing, dancing tounheard music,

Defying the storm winds

That want to consume you.

Making me want to comeout and play,

But fearful of danger

I cower in safety

And watch you dance…

         And watch you dance.