An Abstruse Symbol

A Gift Of A TREE
Descending down the slope
the valley shines
in the last of the sun
showering light
on patches of green ,
the brick-red roof-tops,
the barns, the stable-yards,
resounding , the valley gathers all her signs into a green fold.
Watched from the window of a cold green house
the raven sends a piercing note to his brethren on the opposite hill.
Two solitary huts standing atop the hills on either side,
I wave to you and say, "Tomorrow I may send you a tree
flying across the length of the sky,
the depth of the valley,.
I have cut off the roots, pruned the width, trimmed the wild leaves;
the flowers may wilt
before they reach the soil where you might want
to plant and grow the tree.
But this sleepy head
has counted the leaves of each branch,
like the pages of diary counted and stored away.
Count each leaf once again
and see if the number tallies;
more precious the count
than the money in the vaults,
as subtle the weight as the perfume slight,
and light as the breath of fairy winds.
The seeds I will store and send you the tree.

17 Oct,2015