Union: the Nature
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson
our roots run
together
trunk to trunk
we rise up
bark on bark
we grow
leave knots
love knots
forget-me-knots
knotholes and
arching separations
always winding back
together
bowing
to and fro
as branch in
branch we dance
and struggle
hang low then
stretch high
boughs yearning
reaching turning
tasting bits of
one (the very same)
bright azure sky
∞§∞
“True love is infinite, eternal, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations; it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.” – Honore de Balzac