Image by David Mark from Pixabay
The Ghost Tree
Snow comes to mind first
when the wind picks up the flowers.
Japan, though neither one of us has been.
A child is sitting in the tree.
Time has frozen this image.
You are lying in a hammock,
your feet towards the ghost tree.
Red toenails.
No need to close the eyes any more.
There is nothing to distract you,
no new images to interfere.
You can now see the blue sky clearly.
And since we are there, let’s throw in a rainbow or two.
Maybe an eagle is flying over,
or a pheasant.
In my world colours are not as vivid
as they used to be.
Darkness is coming.
Your darkness.
In my world the child is a man now
and they cut the cherry tree a few years ago.
I still have to rely on cold facts
and what is or isn’t there.
Darkness is coming and, once it does,
I will have blue skies and eagles
and a cherry tree on my threshold.
GloPoWriMo Day 3 - a story that unfolds over an appreciable length of time
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