Week 3
Can you feel the sweet, crisp breathes? With the slightest exhale it can tear anything apart.

 

 

I was getting mad because I haven't been able to see any significant changes in my tree. It was all the same things I've seen before: "Most of the leaves are green. There are a few yellow leaves. Still no bird sighting, but I know they are there because of the bird crap on my car." Then my awesome English teacher told me to take a look at the surroundings of the tree. At first I thought that was a stupid idea because all there is around the tree is my ugly ass yard with these pebble things that the previous owner thought would look good in dirt... Then I realized I was looking too closely at my observation and that my English teacher was right. I started looking around the area and saw something that I've always noticed but never really paid any attention to why it was like that. A part of the sidewalk is lifted up from the thick roots of my tree.

 

 

The wind kicked in a bit the last couple of days. Besides being able to feel the wind, I've been able to see the out come of a windy night. One night after I came home from my volleyball game the wind was blowing pretty hard. My tree's branches are long and go over the side of street where I park; so when I got out of my car trying to grab my bags and keep the door from swinging open, one of the braches hit me on the head. That same night my front neighbor's tree lost one of its main branches. There are a lot more leaves on the ground now, but there are still many stubborn leaves fighting to stay on their tree.

The whistling of the wind still goes on as I'm writing this blog. It's taking deep breathes as if it was running a marathon.

Whipped

Watching the trees 
get whipped by wind and rain,
      I thought of the birds

of falling nests 
and    
broken wings,

why are there none 
at my window today?

Yesterday they were here, 
when the liquid curtains fell

Let them seek shelter here.

I hear them distantly, 
and pray they are well,
braving gust and water,
far, far stronger 
than me. 

 

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I guess you can say the weather is changing.