Arbor Day & Poetry Month

I let Arbor Day slide by Friday without a mention. And here it is the next to last day of Poetry Month and even though I've used a few poems this month, I didn't relate them to celebrating poetry, thus the combining of the two events.

Waiting For A Message
      By Rochelle Mass

Trees help you see slices of sky between branches,
          point to things you could never reach.
    Trees help you watch the growing happen,
            watch blossoms burst then dry,
       see shade twist to the pace of a sun, 
            birds tear at unwilling seeds.

        Trees take the eye to where it is,
                      where it was,
             then over to distant hills,
      faraway to other places and times,
                      long ago.

                 A tree is a lens,
             a viewfinder, a window.
                     I wait below
                   for a message
           of what is yet to come.

Oh, and don't forget April's full Pink Moon tonight. ☺