CUT IN THE CIRCLE

In my mind
grew a tree of red autumn leaves
that swayed to the strains
of some brooding guitar
rooted in fond memories
that I come back to often
and I wake up smiling
at a life filled with love…
given, taken, refused, given back…
but love in all its forms
have made this tree grow
and now in the orchard
of my faint consciousness
I gaze up at it
with a strange
happiness.