They cut her down today— first, they started with her tallest branches just a few cuts to sprinkle the earth with hundreds of years worth of her Next, they began sawing at her midsection bulbous and covered in lichen her body etched with the histories of teenage love Finally, they snipped her — sliced her…
Tag: Nature
By the Roots
I wanted to run my fingers through your long hair reaching like wisps of branches toward the sky grip you tight by the roots and remind you who controls the wind that rustles your leaves who controls the rain to relieve your thirst and who controls the sun to warm your soul.
Moss
When I’m old and it’s time for me to leave this earth, paint me in green in honor of the moss which grows across the abandoned train station, across the stumps and rocks that flirt with sunlight in the woods.
Bloom
You pop in and out of my life like the sun slips in front of and behind the clouds a fickle force of nature, yet I still turn to you to help my flowers bloom.
Why Pears 