©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson
The melancholy overlays each day,
a weeping willow branch shading bright blooms.
Reminders of you wind through all my rooms
in flowers, bright and dark along the way.
You are the vine that twines around my heart
and clings so tightly there, I lose my beat.
You are the memory that makes it swell,
breaking it open wide, and free, and sweet.
There is no pole with you, no sure extreme.
No either/or, no feeling comes out clean.
You are the mountain high, the valley low.
you are the river-flow o’er rocks unseen.
Tree of my life you are, leaves brown and green.
If this poem resonated with you, you might also relate to A Mother’s Song.