Stillness / by Jonathan Fiero

The trees, rooted firm

while the canopy swayed and thrust above

in the black of night


Woken to the soft kiss

of mist from the grey sky, the trees, still rooted

dancing in the gusting wind


Surrounded by new green

a torrent rush abound, brought forth by rains of spring

now they too, come falling down


...adding to the shimmer of the leaves