by RACHEL BEHRENS - December 4, 2019
on this highway full of trees
I see you barely hanging
not yet grasped by the hand of Wind.
not long ago,
the Wind changed my destination
to the road less understood.
You keep me alive.
I watch you crack
every time Nature breathes.
you encircle the perception
behind my rearview eye.
the only thing keeping me awake
is the vibrancy of your essence
and the pleas in your hue.
oh, feathery Leaf,
now rustling in my talk,
protect my car driving in your way.
I will not stop to look at your radiance
shielded by cruel Nature’s shivers.
you will someday blossom
then wither once again.
farewell, my big pile of Sunshine.