On our oaks and elms,
Budding this morning
And leafing this afternoon,
Are pale promises of shade
And blessed oxygen.
Through my dirty distance glasses
They hang in hope, doubt, resignation and expectance:
Fractal messiahs,
Quick to grow, slow to turn,
Reluctant to fall.
Bernard Goldhirsch is the author of the poetry collections “Something Else” and “Enough Said.” He lives in Springs.
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