Red-Horse Chestnut Tree 1989

My trustee garden friend towering and knowing,
Leaves splay and vibrate and bold in its pastel growings,
Pale creme blossoms adorn your leave clusters,
The insects visit and sample and muster,
Imagine the seasons and quick collection of sunlight,
I know you'll be there when I peer from the night,
Drawn up of the Spring and glances of the quicken dawn,
Your reliable and consistent and all have won,
Another year and growth have ringed a mark on your being,
The same of the human which left an older momument of seeing,
We are almost the same as we have limitations to our destiny,
Yeilding promises which are met and living life is best let be,
Autumn reveals your harvest and dropping green conkers to crack,
Your large red seeds are gathered by all with such knack,
The squirrels will stash and pat down in the lawn,
People will hoard too and make hallows eve adorn,
Tears dare not flow as I know you will go,
The leaves are of autumnual and brilliant all knows,
Painters who express, will play with the colours and not rest,
Oil of all hues, and quicken days, less light from their breasts,
And the artic flows which shock all without stress,
My brave Chestnut Tree now leaves fall and duress,
Snow is your shrine which will caress your form now,
Only in time will Spring revive you, the Warmth knows how.