After the Retreat

The Red Leafed Tree

proud among the tall green
oaks, leads my eye upward
to the cathedral, the rounded
dome with windows to the sky,
now hazy before the day begins
its work.

These forests of the silent
retreat unlike the Ocala National
Forest full of bears and owls
who want you gone. I flee to
safer woods, those of my childhood,
timeless as the Buddha and
our forever souls.

I find solace from attacks of the heart,
cry loudly, weep softly until
the river runs dry. Emptied out,
I wonder what will refill my heart
and soul from within.

I cling to the red leafed tree as a sign:
be strong among the tall oaks,
they will protect you, surround
you with their uniqueness,
heal and comfort.

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