Reflections of a Tree

windblown leaves my thoughts
skipping and whirling about
in eddies of impulse and reaction
lifeless castoffs pretending
seminal self-importance
feebly scraping along land
as if to furrow ready field
only to accumulate
damp and moldy heaps
springing quick primordial fungi
concert of decomposition

in the mirror I consume me
and the world in my guise
preen my leaves extolling
virtue of green then red
then brown, then reconciliation
the shivering winter icicles
dangle from my many knuckles
a handsome scene I might reflect
in cloudy waters of strife
lamenting matte ice and mostly
the constant view of me
what, I might reflect,
is the world without a tree?

Published by Miles of Mindfulness

My name is Mike Bragg. I'm a Denver-based cycling enthusiast and a big advocate of mindfulness. I enjoy the outdoors, and I use mindfulness practices to help myself be more present with my adventures. I like to read challenging material, and I have a keen interest in ancient history and natural sciences.

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