The Red Tree

My tree, a Maple outside my window
on Landsdowne
waves its red wings noisily in the wind today
It’s a way of saying to me, goodbye
for a while.
I’ll rest for a while.
Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.
When the time
comes around
we’ll march down Landsdowne again
and watch with you the adults hurrying by.

~ Margaret Griffin