Musing on the fall

[Leanne]

Sunlight crashes uninvited - the crash of sunlight instead of tree makes for a dramatic opening
through flax and ferns 
surrounding the old tree, 

his protective presence - not too keen on protective presence - perhaps something about guardian to play off gauging instead
now a vacancy. Birds circle,
gauging this new space.

Their calls round out the groan
as he fell. Outstretched branches - the tense confusion bothers me a bit here
tremble, reaching up; some smashed

under his cold lichen-encrusted trunk,
with nests, and fairytales of safety. - love this
If you hadn't seen the kahikatea

you wouldn’t experience this shock of absence
like a tooth missing from a lover's smile.
The horizon calls the sun closer, to consume me. - and a beautiful close

Is it just me, or is there a muse rash going around?