Anniversaries (second attempt)

The leaves on the oak trees are tender again
clothing that elegant roughness with vulnerability
which never lasts long.

symbols are flexible
as seedlings
as new growth on a tree with pieces come off of it
from the winter's storms.
And things have changed;
there's always change.

But a day in April, translucency of light, a frost of green upon the oaks---
for me, that's her.