Waiting for a Message
by Rochelle Mass
by Rochelle Mass
Trees help you see slices of sky between branches,
point to things you could never reach.
Trees help you watch the growing happen,
watch blossoms burst then dry,
see shade twist to the pace of a sun,
birds tear at unwilling seeds.
Trees take the eye to where it is,
where it was,
then over to distant hills,
faraway to other places and times,
long ago.
A tree is a lens,
a viewfinder,
a window.
I wait below
for a message
of what is yet to come.
This is a project that a few of my friends have put together.
Our project will focus on taking a picture every day and uploading it.
Until next time,
Cate Hunter
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