I wandered among the springtime trees,
and in the stillness they reached out

To touch each feeling within my heart,
giving cover to my doubt

My life sequestered as I walk alone,
past memories deeply felt

The social ramblings of a world at war,
now distanced from itself

Like nothing’s happened they praise the earth,
their blossoms all ablaze

While the quiet thunders upon itself
—inside this twilight haze

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: April, 2020)