BURN YOUR BONES

I’m looking at the trees because

That’s all there is to look at

Existence non-existence, beauty

Is beautiful although their bare.

The sun shines through the naked

Branch and lights up my day.

It and I keep reaching higher like

A bud does in blue/grey sky.

I hear the blackbirds out there

Cawing nurturing nature’s way.

I can see the bottom/top today.

Nature has its way of showing it all

It throws a coin, nearest to the wall.

It shows me I have won just like

The blackbirds caw, there’s food on

That their soil, nourishment for

Another day to feast not to toil.

Roots they make me stronger

reach down ever higher, you

can burn your bones on this

funeral pyre.