I Saw

Light on a Tree

I saw you as like the bark on a stout tree, dark and hard, protecting and essential for the life of the tree.

The sun was present somewhere behind the cloud so it was bright cloud that I saw to the left side of the tree hugging branches and the edges of a squirrel that stuffed its cheeks there.

Upwards there was a hole in the cloud cover and grey sky peered down at me.

Beneath me was grass, green and as I struggled for a metaphor…defiant of the brown soil and man-made faded greys,  glorious green, alive and well.