Planting

We planted a tree.
An apricot tree.
Its fruit will feed the generations.
Golden honey sunshine
In the late fall afternoon.
Rich chocolate soil
Full of nutrients
And intention.
Autumn came
And brought us apples.
Sweet crunches, cider and joy.
Mature branches we met here,
Well-tended over the years,
Now tended to us too.
Warm, cozy memories.
Time rushing past
Like the creek.
Out on the trail this morning,
My rising extended
By a benevolent hour,
I saw the flow
Was slowing.
Seasons change…
Times change…
People change…
And the tree takes root.
Shades and feeds us.
Shows us,
Both what it means
To hold on,
And to let go.