Envelopes
The beech tree sends out buds wrapped
in tissue thin brown envelopes that open
nightly until the soft green letter of spring
is revealed. I look forward to these letters
just as I do the ones from home.
As the year ages, the brown envelopes
are long lost to the ground. Winter’s wind
ruffles the stiff parchment leaves,
pulling on them as I wait.
Petrichor review 2/17/13
