new leaves

two weeks ago,
this tree was bare,
all skin and bones,
standing
in her own glorious halo
of aloneness,
like only a tree would.

today,
her new leaves
have re-turned,

without brouhaha,

with noone to tell them

where to go
or how to be,
only a whisper
from within
and beyond,
to those who care to listen -

that something
always survives
and thrives,
that something
is on its way,
something you see
and yet cannot see.