She Waits Poem by shondarayan jarhel

there is a place that if was searched for,
one could never find,
a place upon which only by
when lost and wayward wanderds trip
and fall
can it be stumbled.
If ever you've felt love or hope,
and then have known their absence
and wondered, loe,
where did that go?
This place would be your answer.
Its here where lives
and has lived since
beyond our scope of fathom,
that temptress witch
that wickedness
that is the crone catalpa

With clustered spades,
downhanged and wide
and flush of fragrant flowers blushed,
she offers shade from blazing skies
and sweets the air with but her touch
her gnarling, outreached, dendrous tendrils
jeweled in late June velvet blooms
the crone catalpa waits unmoving
baiting
luring
men to doom