Living Tree Poetry

I woke up today
and it was like none of it mattered.

The ghosts keeping me from sleep.
The thoughts, that yesterday
had seemed to have taken root,
now have flown.

And the mist come in,
that all I can see are trees
rising up,
as though from the sea.

And everything else
has shed itself,
dissolving in the dawn
like mist pierced by the sun.

Which I can see now
cresting the hill,
and all the trees stand at attention
that I know it now for what it is,

this new resurrection morning.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2019