My Favorite Tree
I trek down desolate trails
peering with all my powers
searching the side of the road
for a blazing wintry warrior
a shimmering beauty.
We first saw it at a community garage sale.
and a lady was selling her artwork
instead of more typical garage sale wares
like ExerSaucers and old hand-crafted chairs.
This lady had a crazy tree in her front yard
which screamed instead of merely swaying.
we made some small-talk
with the lady, not the tree
and we popped the question:“what species?”
without much delay she said “Russian olive”
and there it all began.
The blade of the windmill slits the sky
the green and blue horizon
dances in my eye.