08 Feb

us: the blend of you and me,
borderless, became a tree–
a new sky saw us spiral up,
two trunks to share one root;
both were better loved as one.
pierced the clouds–
reached the sun.

shared the blue with fanning leaves
with every hue of vibrant green,
intertwined their wood embraced,
amorous branches interlaced. . .

many orbs both rose and fell–
the seasons adding rings,
never felt like they grew old;
their aging love was to behold;
us: a story to be told
in leaves of gilded gold.



Limericist 2007

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Posted by on February 8, 2021 in Poetry


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