4.10.2012

tree

I ache for a tree
casting shadowy picnics on the lawn
muscling tire swings, and afternoon dreams
wearing a shield of climbing rungs
bearing mystery novels and comic books
shielding my fruit, as though they were its own
and I believe
that tree aches for me

photo: http://www.barnwoodgallery.com/photography.html

2 comments:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

I love the photo and I also love how the poem begins and ends. I love hoe at the beginning you speak of how you ache for the tree and at the end you speak of how you believe the tree also aches for you.

Charity said...

Super thanks. Trees houses and tire swings have been in my thoughts lately, so I jumped at the chance to visit them when this tree prompt came up!