a simple version of life
a tree. silent and noble
every leaf that follows
new and owned. each
branch a promise: love
of wind, sun and snow
life is this for women
we grow, leaves fall
we are home for so
many, our rings tell
how life goes - slow
or fast or not at all
"there are a hundred
possibilities" as many
as the leaves that fall
it is our branches we
fear of loosing and
when we do - we know
life has stopped there
the wind, sun, snow
will sting and keep us
awake until we are
allowed to fall, ash
simply float away
