So much warmth in such a cold place.
A Blanket would be nice, but a coat will
Suffice. So few Blankets are found in a
Schoolyard. The cold concrete is, though,
Better than the snow.
The Shelter under the tree
Here will protect from the falling snow, the
Three walls from the World around.
Eerie silence fills the wind, such a contrast
To the chaos of life, the chaos
Of inside.
A place to be alone, just me and the
Tree. Oh look! Another is here to grow
With us today. Barely Inside the snow,
Almost Below, a little green leaf,
Speckled Like those of its kind
Who died a Month ago.
A bell rings, look around and breathe
The cold tree smell in deep. I’ll see you again,
My tree, when I come back another day.