134. The Catalpa Forest

the catalpa tree in the side yard
Dominates.
catalpa tree and sunset
A late bloomer,
She wears lace in June
on her sunlit green dress

Luxuriously, she gives with abandon all she has —
blossoms, twigs, branches, seeds, leaves…
She loves to share her beauty.

The birds and the wind
deposit her bean pod necklaces
far away at the grassy edge of the hillside.

Every spring there is a new little tree.
Or three.
The catalpa forest grows
and the wind is sweet with the orchid blooms.

Her waist is not small nor dainty,

Eleven feet around,
No arms could encircle her.
Green lichen covers her bark,
And winter shows her true form

of gnarled, aged branches.
Birds and bees love her,
and so does the hammock.

The view is unforgettable
on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

Birdsong and breeze and the billowy green
bring gentle rest to the needy soul.