every season
of a tree
has a beauty all it's own
spring sprouts - blush of first love
summer lush greenery - the fullness of love
fall explosion of color - love burning itself out
but it is
this tree - winter tree - witch tree
that speaks to me most
your branches
spindly fingers
clearly reach
for your lover the sun
this tree - winter tree - witch tree
every cell
strains upward
wanting to be one
with the sun
this tree - winter tree - witch tree
raw skeleton exposed
loves first bloom long gone
longing for
your lover's touch
this tree - winter tree - witch tree
do you know
that your lover's skin
will set you both aflame
until her desire is quenched
and you are left
but ash and bone
do you care?
this tree - winter tree - witch tree
reaching ever upward
towards your love
wanting what you want
regardless the consequences
i try to walk each day. i often think about the trees and plants i see as i walk. today the trees, naked of their leaves, looked haunted and i couldn't get over how the branches reached for the sun. so much of the year we can't see that. the words "this tree - witch tree" kept going through my head as i walked. sometimes most of a poem will write itself as i walk, sometimes, just a phrase or idea, echoes in my mind.