Pelgris

The dryad tree sits in the corner of the parking lot
Reaching out to an uncaring sky
It shivers in the cold
Falling flowers in a desolate dawn
Rain falling lightly on it’s outstretched limbs
Bringing forth new life
She dances
In the afternoon’s birthing light

Boughs weighed down with age
Beauty unrepentant
Dying in the frigid air