My New Year’s resolutions

Are soon forgotten delusions

About who I could be

Indeed, at times

I might like to be a tree

Within a chorus

Of dropping leaves

In unison and harmony

To a forest’s drumbeat

And season’s cadence

Of songs never complete

Simply rhythms to repeat

As leaves restore each spring

A form of rehearsal

Year after year

Not unlike resolutions

In search

Of the illusive tree of life

Not found in any tree

But in the forest’s melody

In me.