Tinkering leaves,
Fingers tap in the breeze.
Lime green spears,
Your delicate image draws me near.
Sway and quiver,
I watch you shiver.
No support in your branches,
As you bow to the elements in natural arches.
I smile as you giggle,
Wanting to hide in your safe bubble.
Silently dancing with you at dusk,
Hate leaving but I must.
Tranquillity rooted in time,
Simplicity that’s yours becomes mine.
No comments:
Post a Comment