in this gray and lonely solstice i wonder why i sit and do nothing but look at all the leaves in their stillness waiting for what, i don't know you seem to find your peace with the trees you look at a branch and its life is within you i love just how the lights close your fingers as they collect stellar dust when i was a little younger i loved to see how the wind would rustle the leaves i'd go and follow where they went i would know where i was