I am grateful
that in my life I’ve seen
More trees grow than fall.
Oak and Ash overarch my Cedar house now.
The cool shade of their cozy liability
Grants such a cautious comfort.
Each year a bit closer,
Acorns and helicopters in the gutters
And the flowers off the porch.
Ivy, too, climbing taller on the walls,
It’s a green grace around a blessed bower
For a creature like me,
allergic to towers.