Tree Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Tree

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When it's good
I find you reading
Under a full tree.
The shadows of its leaves
Dance around you and
A warm breeze parts your hair.
Then I walk you home.

When it's bad
The same tree is naked.
I only find you because a bitter
Wind peels wet leaves
From your cold, white thigh.
Then I struggle to untangle
The tree's roots from your hair.

Sunday, December 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,leaves,tree
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 01 April 2009

Terrific! I love these contrasts and personifications. The best part is that you capture both with a beauty and grace. -chuck

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