Who am I to blow against the wind

One fateful day in early spring a hired neighbor cut down our tree

a tree, we didn't realize, that was standing as protector over others.

A heavy spring snow weighed down one of those trees

until it gave in and with a great sigh toppled to the ground.

This morning I woke to the sound of a great wind

pushing another stately tree to and fro

until it grew weary and laid itself down.

I stood in the rain and cried at the loss

as the wind sucked wildly at my breath.

My tears began to flow more fiercely than the summer storm itself

and I realized then that they were no longer for the trees

but for deeper motherly sorrows.

submitting to the wind,

Do you ever hold back tears for so long

that they are forced to flow at curious times?

a Great Big thank you

to the 15 young men and men that worked tirelessly

for three hours cleaning it up.