You Make me into A Tree

Uncategorized

You make me into a tree.

With your sunrise eyes

and your cloudy breath 

that blew you to me

and folds these leaves over, one by one.

I am bone-branches.  I am these jointed twigs.

I am thickets lichened up and berried.

I have sat still so long for you

 with roots tendrilling

 the earthy ground.

All these places for you to climb.

All these hollows in my body for living in.

I hold myself to the sun

with my leaves in the gusty wind.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s