If Trees Could Laugh

the trees and I
look at each other

if trees could laugh
I’d laugh with them

but

we are giddy over the
sunsets we’ve missed

lost in heavy storms
day after day

but today after the
rain there was a lull

filled with quiet and
peace that permitted

the children to come out
and play until dinner

or dark whichever comes
first

the sun is setting
unseen behind a cloud

filled sky casting a
dull light erasing any

shadows barely bright
and low in the western

sky making room for the
night when the trees

will dance and sway and
perhaps laugh because

I know

if trees could laugh
I’d laugh with them