Inspired by Isaiah 55:12 “You will indeed go out with joy and be peacefully guided; the mountains and the hills will break into singing before you, and the trees of the field will clap their hands.”
Is this the rustling of the leaves? Green
leaves or fall leaves or have the trees lost
all of their glory in the face of all that
You are? Have they given their final breath
of Life and are they beautiful even in
their nakedness and death Boss
because they don’t need clothes to warm them
just you Boss and your endless evergreens
Boss you are vibrant and your trees reflect
you even with no leaves there’s something
beautiful in the finger trails
of the bark and the rhythmic twisting and
bending of the limbs like the body of
a ballerina or the clouds on a fall afternoon
on the top of a mountain Boss they look
like you with green and brown and gray
and grown eyes that look deep Boss
do you have crazy hair and people
live inside your love Boss let me sit
in your shadow and eat an apple
or hang a hammock
just to be a little closer to the heavens
and smell you in the way the earth smells the
trees and their roots grow Boss you have
a green thumb with the way you can make
things grow like a symphony in the wilderness
bouncing off the canyons of my heart.
