To a Felled Tree
that announced our road better than
the vehicle-struck-almost-lying-down-reflective
sign. Your wind tossed leaves beaconed
me home from exhausting hot
and humid runs, fall
bike rides lit
by your multicolored
crispness, snow
trudging dog walks under your bare
branches, your
midsection a secure
incubator for squirrels, big red bats,
raccoons. Your skyward
roots tossed across the road by orange-
shirted county workers. Your massive
trunk piled against blue
pipes to bring city water to country folks content
with their ponds and wells.
Alone,
I miss you…
Karen Wolf