By your leaves I know you - They glittered like peridot When kissed by spring's early morning sun and spread like an emerald lace To cover the hot summer skies. As fiery tongues they fell and lit up Autumn's sombre glow. Countless birds have felt orphaned by the loss of your shadow. And though winter leaves you bare I will know you by your skin Rough and gnarled under my palms That all but belies The tenderness you hide within. And if nature stripped you of all But the wood with which you stood I will still know you By the lines time tattooed on your grain which tell of your grace and strength and all things that cannot be seen.