To My Wife 23

Generation

I knew you

when you are a bud,

swaying

in the morning air;

amidst a dark green Sky

and a hint of Sun.

You arrive

with promise of Spring

filling branches previously bare

Back then,

you leave spaces

where I can see

the passing traffic

The birds sing

and the dawn approaches

I can see

Your formidable shape

as you become

broad and open leaf.

You fill the air

with essence

that heals

and refreshes.

You are the evidence

of a miracle

Divine.