The Tree Outside My Window

The Tree Outside My Window

A Poem by Howe

There is a tree that’s outside my window
It’s leaves refusing to change.
Even when the brisk winds
Of November blow,
The foliage remains.

This tree cannot stay green, of course I know.
It’s crown will surely turn.
It’s like it has no memory
Of the last year’s snow
When autumn was adjourn.

It must feel it can survive staying strong,
But soon it must know as I:
Leaves need sun and rain
To help them along,
And winter’s dark and dry.

Perhaps if I assure the tree tonight
That it’s okay to let go.
For life is after death,
And spring will bring sight
Of greener days, I know.

And I will pick up it’s leaves once fallen
For the tree is still my own.
And I will wait for spring;
For bees and pollen,
And colors I’ve once known.

So let the wind blow as hard as it will
And the fight you’ve kept, let go.
See, roots run deep and strong.
And no cold can kill
That tree out my window.


© 2017 Howe

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Added on November 4, 2017
Last Updated on November 4, 2017