The Sound Of Rising Sap Poem by Shailen Karur

my lover my tree, your shade beckons me to cooler comfort
and to an existential rustling of the leaves, bending
cantilevers of supple boughs
I lay in waiting beyond today's ephemeral twilight
and aha! , there she is, trailing milk white tresses
she finds me tucked away beneath my nightly succor
basking in the canopy of her glow
come the clouds and I'm starting to think
'Where art thee my love, are we to spar in the clouds' succession? , I would like for us to take a few brief excursions, returning unto ourselves...
I have no consolation save but yours'
And so I shed a few that come down as if tendrils from my eyes to nooks to dry in: now why am I in such a funk? !
haven't we our mutual company most nights?
'cos when you wane I keep your shiny brothers' company
It's all better now, as I dust myself off from a figurative ditch,
a dip like a pseudo-nadir;
why the roller-coaster will soon begin, and brief respites like this I'll always love.
no rhyme or reason, you say?
I couldn't concur more.