The Tree Outside my Window

 

I want to write something here about a tree.

A tree outside my window.

That all winter I hardly noticed was there.

It’s huge.

Denuded it was bleak, skinny, dowdy, shaking in the wind.

When suddenly it leafed out.

At the same time it got hot and my west-facing window

Absorbed intense sun—except

Now the tree, I never noticed, shades

My room, keeping it cool.

Perfect! This tree, which, was a wallflower, a nobody

Is now a somebody, a testament to faithfulness

Right outside my window