The arborvitae, bent and broken both,
that you cut four feet up
has grown green and friendly,
a place for the sparrows to pause
a small stage for chipmunks
to look into our house
to watch me write their portraits.

You have – always have had –
the strength to save by giving up
to sacrifice what cannot be saved
making healthy what was sick
or setting it – whatever it was –
to its final resting.

In that wisdom of the scythe
of the chainsaw or the rock
grows a mind beyond my reach
a strength beyond my grasp –
it is the foundation and shelter
of my peace in this world.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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