Heart in a cottonwood tree

Bowed planks,
soft from the change of seasons,
sag in the cleft of the tree.
They are forgotten scraps,
and assembled
with a child’s sense of
infinite possibility.
she calls
this rough space,
The first and only
of its kind
on this street
holds no architect’s prize.
But for the girl
who dreams?
It’s a haven
nestled in cordate leaves,
the chirrup
of rubbing branches,
the downy throw
of cotton seeds gaily
spilled at her feet each June.


Poem by Judith Zelis

Judith Zelis is a long time child of the natural world, who finds increasing solace in its wonder.