When I first noticed you
how had I not noticed you?
you were naked
and magnificent
filling the huge window
and filigreeing the light

Undressed and proud
just biding time
until the tune changed
and sap tingled up to the tips
leaves then danced
and your visitors started to arrive.

Now majestic in ceremonial garb
you weep sticky joyful tears
on the earth below. Backlit by the
Dog days sun, you itch for your autumnal haircut,
September’s huffing and puffing
clearing away the detritus of another year.

The architect did not place
this house as your gallery
that is serendipity and magic.
My rocking chair precisely placed
to get the best view. I watch
and learn from your wisdom.