Friday, April 9, 2021

Language of Trees


In years when curiosity did

    all the work, nothing irritated

         like the inconvenience

            of nightfall that robbed

                 her of tree climbing light.

 

She clutched and scampered

      into magnolias and oaks

          despite parental warnings.

                   Eavesdropped on birds

 

 

She questioned why ancestors left

             the doughy scent of branches.

 


While tasting the tang

    of sour apples, she hid

            her promises in limb shrines.


 With feet on the earth, 

    breezes left her senses 

             dazzled by evening's light.



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