Flashes of sunlight between the trees, branches waving, loved ones departing,

Like loved ones waving at the dockside, with heavy hearts and winsome smiles,

My face on the cold window of the car, passing the pines and forest lasting,

The trees are glad for resting winter, unconcerned with trivial human trials,

I want to rest and sleep like they do, fasting in the frozen ground,

I want to hope for spring and colour, no need to move or make a sound,

Drips of snow and mist of moisture, cling to needles, dampening breath,

Resilient wood and hopeful nature, carefree season, sleeping earth,

Eyes blinking swift in time with snowfall, the heartbeat of the trees is left,

For me to hear inside my head, listening deep for all it’s worth,

I want to rest and sleep like they do, slumber on the leafy ground,

I want to hope for spring and colour, listen for the peaceful sound,

© 2017 Simon Poore