poem: at one with the old, gnarled cedar
there is an old, giant
cedar tree outside
my kitchen window
to which I have become accustomed
it is gnarled
with long branches
billowing in the wind
lifting up and settling back down
my breathing
following the pattern
of the old tree in its’
inhaling and exhaling
pouring my coffee
I wonder
why have I not written
about this old friend before
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 3, 2021
photo by Herb Stone