The View from My Window

There’s a tree outside my apartment that I love. It’s called a cigar tree and in the summer it is lush and green, but it is currently leafless, but not lifeless. It is home to crows and finches that perch upon its branches, a noisy seagull that barks noisily around the trunk’s base, and a grey squirrel I’ve named Peter. It’s an interesting time of year when life is not necessarily visible, but silently brewing, where the trees are barren but potential sparks are happening before your eyes.

-AJS

Risk

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom. 

*Anaïs Nin (1903- 1977) 

*note: disputed attribution

Featured Image: personal photograph, 2019

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