How many times I look at you
with amazement and admiration,
you stand so still and silent
and shine even in the chill of winter.
For me you personify patience
gazing from my cage of solitude
where sometimes I imagine
or dream that I live in a house of cards
with fifty-two other tenants
who are dedicated to sleight of hand
in their hierarchy of
kings and queens and knaves and the ace of spades.
Happily I turn from this illusion
to look out at my tree before the sun fades.