Arch Trees
by Kate Nunan

These trees arch,

Like enclosing hands scooping me up and

placing me in the clouds

Or like a cage keeping me in.

 

There is no life in these claws

Darkness and silence surround these trees

Shadows stream and flood the forest floor.

 

I want to sprinkle blossoms on these enclosing hands to

return the life that was once within.