The Leaf Lover

"...And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun."
~from The Song of Wandering Aengus, by W.B. Yeats

~*~

The Leaf Lover

Amber, cinder,

buckwheat, silver;

wind-back barque, jade-veined sail,

cloud my trail; songbird table

blackbird's cradle;

south wind bides where sparrow hides

and none can follow. My arms are roads

for squirrel and swallow.

My toes are curled

in earthen codes.

 Love me, love,

in drape and dapple

in darkness or in sun's accord.

Love  me, love;  

I'll show you apples

no one has ever

 seen 

before.

~April 2015

posted for 

National Poetry Month with Magaly Guerrero

I, Tree

Summon the green within, and write a poem from the point of view of a sentient tree who gets to address his or her keeper.

Slightly late to the party, as usual...

Images: Pattern of Leaves,  by Georgia O'Keefe

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