Signs of Spring

i sleep on the second floor

A tree house of sorts

just a few feet from my bedroom window

the silver maple and I share space and daily prayers

covenant

she will guard and not fall on me or crash

the window or the house

her brittle branches break and threaten close

but no damage intended

we are stiff aging and mean no harm

she the tree is a harbinger of every season

resting place who all who wander

here

she and I made an agreement

we will wake each day

and greet one another with

ease

she the tree

beckons so sweetly

tickling

tapping on

my window pane