NPWM Day 14: Chestnut

Beneath a giant, spreading chestnut

I found myself on a summer evening

The light hung like streamers from its branches,

pooling among its roots as molten gold

It creaked a windy greeting 

Its leaves murmured about sun and soil

and time, such time

I laid my hand against the massive trunk

and felt the press of years

and the pulsing life that started as a seed

still pushing outward, upward, always