Spiritual

my God 
this tree 
it fascinates me 
it is alive I know it 
it whispers when I pass 
and bows in recognition 
proud and hovering over the drive 
like a gargoyle over the city 
always there 
always watching 
a reminder that there are ghosts 
that shadow us 
that wait for us to notice them 
 
and now the tree is gone 
toppled onto the road 
and removed 
like an old soldier 
that served well 
but just fades away 
all but forgotten 
 
now I am gone 
after 11 years of watching over this property 
brothers of the night 
we were 
it has taken a piece of me to it's grave

the foxcroft tree