I feel your presence

every time I stop walking

outside my heart

and listen to its thinking.

You inhabit trees

of my deliberations

the fundamental oaks of choice.

You are the formal space of shade

within the quiet of light

that moves in tapestry.

Your grays of lichens, greens,

and traceries of linking

to my stone.

The whites, pink-pale yellow

coverings of bark

and nuances exposed

exquisite to the touch.


You live so manifestly whole

within my wood

that I must be your smile.