If you can’t see the forest
Find a tree.
Lean up against its sturdy trunk
With a book to read or the sky to watch.
Gaze into its branches and leaves
To bear witness to life and grace and joy.
Fondle the ancient skin
Rutted by time and wisdom,
The face of Gramma
When I climbed into her lovely shade
At the end of a too-long day
And felt herarms reach for me.
*In honor of Tu b’Shvat, the Jewish celebration of trees and all they mean to us*