Trees Like Skyscrapers

Louise Graves

She found the forest once more,
where she left it.
The soft leaves of past autumns
making a bed for her soul.
Night sky, breaking through
moving branches overhead,
distant jets like
travelling stars,
silently leaving no trail.
In the breeze,
whispering on the green buds
and trembling fronds,
brown leaves stir,
advance and recede
And then the trees and the leaves
and the wind hold their breath.
The only sound,
rending cries of the dog fox
and mewing kittens,
awaiting their mother's return.
When he looked into her eyes
he saw trees like skyscrapers.