Awareness

A large mute stone, a few clods of earth, shreds of dried bark with thousands of deep furrows like the marks of a hungry bear’s claws on a body, fallen on the ground, torn from the hazel tree. Yellowed leaves are scattered in every direction: the hazel tree, bare of leaf and fruit! Bare of leaf and fruit, it still stands firm here, on the earth. Is the hazel aware of the spring on its way?…