The Risen Tree.

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THE RISEN TREE.

See me darkly in risen form
My roots planted deep in dour earth
While my height is shadowed hard to a blueing sky
There is no elegance to my shape’s girth
Nor others to share or choose to close me by

See me as the lone standing tree
An exploding upwards
And plant your sapling spirit sweet to my roots
That you take in gentle nourish, mouth my sap
Which swells me even more

Then soft in a comfort’s move do you grow
From the firm base of my hard risen oak

Become the darling sensual, the heady leafy vine
Sinuous and perfumed as you take my form
In a slow growth of supple and generous allowance

You are wrapped to my strength and become me
To encircling my body like the sweet serpent
Who, in leafy colour, lies sightless in close grip
And we sway to a softening breeze
As we branch out into a high of sunlight

So your winding comfort is my darling colour
My upright nature all of your support
This is a natural grow of love, each to the other
Our roots bound tight
In a sensual earth of understanding
Come, bend your shape with me
Be the body of the vine, arms and legs draped
Against the firm of my trunk
And silhouette against a pastel shade of sky
To colour earth's bed

Reviews

[mags]

Hello Ron, your lovely poem is a pleasure to read. So beautifully written. Margaret

[ron s king]

Ah, Poetess... Should my write pleasure you then I, in turn gain that same pleasure from your comment. Thank you, indeed.