Strength of a Tree

posted in: Poems 2014 | 0

Reaching you is like nectar,

inky shade quenches my tired skin.

Eyes adjust beneath your shelter.

Am I outside looking to

pink sun-drenched horizons?

Or maybe inside breathing roots –

finding power from your darkness

strength from your fruit.

Knowing as I lean, you’ll take the strain,

whispering prayers to the sky.

As I emerge, you remain

a silhouette, a sigh.

Your shelter always waiting

the scent of shade like liquorice,

or homemade lemonade.

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