Again and again it calls me.
Even in the deep lullaby of sleep—then too,
It is there, holding fast in my mind,
Dressed thick with ivy, a collar of green,
Like arms around and around the width,
And nestled in against its bark,
Like a close secret shared.
And I am in front of it,
This tree,
And I desire to hold fast,
To let the wind hold us, as I whisper
Into its ridged bark, thank you and
Thank you. And pause to inhabit this blessing.
This Tree by Bracha K. Sharp | Garden Lavender Poetry Reed Diffuser
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