Felled

[ideserveyou]

I saw a wood in my mind

a forest in autumn

and you riding through it with the wind in your golden hair

I rewound time

to bare earth before the wood began

tilled the rich soil

seeded it with ideas

and soon the words began to sprout

I warmed them with joy and watered them with tears

and they grew and grew

branched and interlaced and tangled

I saw leaves and twigs and bark and roots

beech, birch, oak, ash, maple

russet and wine and amber

but you were gone

and I couldn’t

see the wood
for the trees