Lens of a Leaf

Like the trees, they changed and shifted

Through putrid sticky fruits earthworms sifted.

On tired roots, winter's snowy head down rests.

Resuscitated, purple-yellow crocuses attest.

Graffiti scarred trunks while twilight's less

Cruel artist etched warm hues into the grass.

Like the trees, they built foundations;

Tentatively spread with spring's accreditation.

As bruised heaps of knowledge accrued between roots,

Sunlight chased dust through the space of sapling shoots.

We puzzled on the sky's concentric mystery

And held tighter with each unfolding leaf---you to me.

Tender unripe skin turned callous bark with age:

Deflected life's bitter figs since our time had engaged.