Cityscape

The flowing lines of branches
Framed by stark square buildings
Stand almost as if transparent
Against the man-made backdrop
And yet they speak their message
To this passing breeze called man

A winter chill in the crystal clear air
Accents the graceful lines with ice
Adding a frosted contrast to the wood
Calling our eyes to trace the lines
Of branches climbing skyward
To bring tree trunk to balance

Absence of summer leaves
Reveals the well hidden bird nest
Perched as if to strengthen
The diverging path of the limbs
Waiting to be concealed by spring
And rebuilt by life’s urgent call

The trees pass by as I hurry...where
Flying down the highway
Heading for a human destiny
Perhaps it is I that go so fast
To give their stillness contrast
As I hurry toward the light

Slowing down to carefully study
Graceful lines and changing patterns
Gives pause to the hurried pace
Causes me to fall out of the race
And into thoughtful forward motion
A trip through time and space