Significant the the amount of time
or the quality of time spent
the time as a child
playing in the shadows and dappled light
at the base of a tree
a silver tree
a silver oak tree
that dropped acorns
onto the sandy dirt where its roots were washed bare.
It seemed to stand at the base of the hill
holding the hill back and up.
Because without this massive oak it might not
have allowed the seedling to grow into a small line of hedges.
Without it and the small line of hedges
the rain would have worn the hill away.
And on that hill
was my house.
The houses foundation
cracked and imperfect
because too much hill too fast has slipped away.
But the tree that was allowed to grow
And I sat in the sandy soil
with its twigs in my hands
in the shadows and dappled sunlight
for a time
waiting for the leaves to turn
waiting for the leaves to fall
waiting for the snowy boughs
waiting for the dripping icicles .
waiting for the green buds
then the drop of inch worms
inchworms and warm breezes and then
the trill of grasshoppers.
Lost in the warmth
the comfort or discomfort of the moment.
Not knowing that without the tree
there was no shrubs
and without the tree and shrubs
their was no hill
and without the hill
there was no house.
All under a tree.