Folio · 2017


Sarah Bailey

In winter, it wished and shook--

Skeletal arms outstretched--

Longing for springtime clothing

And summer loads

And autumn fruit

To come again.

In springtime, it blossomed and rejoiced--

Regal, snowy splendor--

Scenting the breeze

And brightening our eyes

With the smell and sight

Of promise.

In summer, it bowed and sighed--

Patient, stoic submission--

Nourishing its fruit

And sacrificing its beauty

Despite the heaviness and aches

In its branches.

In autumn, it released the load and exulted--

Straightening itself again--

The work completed

The fruit ripened and harvested

Relief and rest

At last.

In winter, it wished again.

Folio · 2017