to misspublished: 2014-11-02
To miss is a tree of summer leaves. Bright green and full, impossible to see through. Casting shadow over day and cooling the heat of excitement.
After a while, the leaves burst into an orange fire. Finally they come to a simmer, dry up and fade. Every leaf lets go whenever it is ready to and disappears into the earth.
A few leaves hold on. It’s easy to see straight through them to the skies. When the last one falls it is winter and we stay inside, close to the warm glow of candles. The tree no longer demands our attention.
Until spring comes and with it new leaves.
We are outside again, breathing the fresh air those leaves spread. We realize now how beautiful a tree is, as is to miss.