Longing for SiriusA Poem by Kristina Moulaison
What of this tree
which never grows
any higher,
equal only to the rugged knees
of teenagers playing too long
in their parent's fields,
barren of the superfluous array of foliage
that would give hint of its true birthright?
Never a scent of blossom misting through
the tangled branches
to betray the camouflage built
through years
of sustained and purposeful winters,
where deep into the dirt
mother nature weaving
masterfully in the dark,
incantations sweet and secret
but kept
far too long.
© 2014 Kristina MoulaisonAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 18, 2009 Last Updated on February 4, 2014 Previous Versions AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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