I did not notice you when I arrived,
did you see me?
I caught a glimpse of your glorious show
outside Bodhi House.
When the days were warm,
with a seemingly limitless blue sky,
I walked the space.
Between your brilliant crimson,
and the Gingko, flickering in gold, I walked.
When the skies darkened and filled with windswept downpours and awe-inspiring lighting,
You stood firm.
This meteorological drama, a forerunner to the still and frosty nights that followed.
How nature took its toll on you.
You stand now.
A few tattered leaves clinging to your bare branches.
With equanimity, uncertain of what the coming winter will bring.
With faith, confident of the spring, already waiting patiently, deep inside you.