The Cottonwood Tree

Written for Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest

The Cottonwood Tree

The cottonwood,
trunk split into two sections
by a lightning strike when it was young,
stands alone on the crest
of a small hill,
with a set of crystal wind chimes
hanging from a dying bough.

Clinging tenaciously
to its ancient limbs
yellow leaves,
in harmony with the wind chimes song,
waltz in the cold autumn wind,

Under the tree
sets a handmade wooden bench
its blue paint faded to gray.

Clouds on the horizon foretell
the years first snow,
the wind increases
as the clouds approach.

In a hallow between the trunk halves,
two letters
signed: “Yours forever”
unfold and floating
out of their hiding place
blow away.