Tree

“I have this thing with trees…”

O at the Edges

Tree

where you go
the wind follows
as if no

choice remains but
that of sun
and oak an

attraction such that
limbs curve to
light a certainty

which cautions us
to intrude lest
we lose all

sight and sense
of beauty you
are this tree

Written in the 80s, “Tree” first appeared here in December 2014.

View original post