A poem by Madi Shanley
the trees of love join sensuously,
yellow and orange leaves raveling,
gold cascading between them
branches reaching outward
like fingers about to intertwine.
they tangle up in another
blurring any evidence of separation
as if a harsh, cool wind is a threat in waiting.
another spring has blossomed,
lilies line the lakes,
inviting the bees and birds to come back once again
with visions of pink and white staining the earth.
the summer is nearly gone,
the air settles cooler than the night before,
no sun left to create an illusion of heat.
they begin to undress -
leaves tumble seductively to the ground,
like a slip moving ever so slowly,
allowing a glimpse of skin so soft and warm,
revealing the fragile roots that have been ripped up,
torn and broken,
flakes of green blanketing the ground below,
barely able to support the weight it's always known.
the insects of harmony hurt under a cloudless sky,
singing songs of distress that fall on unknowing ears,
as the arms of one tree falls limp
and the other grasping at something far beyond its reach.
Beautifully written! Always so proud of you Madison. Love you, Mom