~secrets of rings

prompt - a tree

lovers lean against
stillness


carve hearts upon night
as if inside three words
and one breath
they believe


they understand


the syntax of our last moon
and her star children


or the way blackbirds perch
to sing in garden rain


or the poetry of wind
as it spreads petals
of blossoming dogwood


and in their branching of arms
they speak of always
and the meaning held
in secrets of rings