The verdant umbrella flaked in golden light
A tree I’ve embraced to shelter me through spring
As the rains soaked me through until I was rain too.
So much hope in this tree which would bear much fruit
The summer of stars marred by sleepless nights
A disparate desperation in the separation
As my health slumped against the bark-hewn trunk
Hope buckled under my weight against the root
The bones like lightning scattering through sky
A chill of leaf-laden whispers surging into screams
As autumn coughed in my nose, mouth, and ears
My tree leaned in the breeze and crushed me.
The woodcutter returned and pushed me aside
A crashing of all that I knew splintering amok
As he swung his ax like the fury of winter
The woodcutter separated me from my identity.
Together a fire was made to heal my bitterness
From the remains of a tree that I believed could save.
I see now a dead tree gives no life until killed.
Covered in bruises and ashes I was at peace.