I heard from my tree today.

He and she were both

barely speaking to me

forgetting my root systems

all tangled up with theirs

rather than sharing permaculturing compost

more naturally and economically.

 

I spoke to my tree today

about fading memories of shared nutrients,

breathing together

following our full-colored spectrum

from light through dark,

springing summer and falling winter,

shared days and seasons

riding time’s gravity surf edge

between past practice of warm cold precedent

and future’s predicted intent,

regrowing lovely forests

of mutual forbearance and sustenance,

and synergetic gratitude.

 

Tree therapy

for weak-rooted pathology,

breathing in

while he and she breathe out.