i wish i were a tree

the time is soon here where everything will change. again.
it has been pouring thunder and lightning and lots of water.  my water comes from the sky. 
rain makes me remember fall and fall makes me remember that things move in circles--they go away and look like they might not come back around, but mostly they will. mostly.
sometimes we miss something--a chance, a gift, a wisdom, a love--and it never comes back around. that is the loneliest thought.

how hard do trees have to work to be trees, and do some work harder than others to be really good trees?  i have to work hard to be me.  i don't usually know what it takes to be really good me, but i try to listen.  i try to follow the cues: bud now, leaf now, roots now, blossom now. wait now. 

i keep struggling to get my season right.

meantime, sky, keep it coming.