Poet Trees

Echoes echo
Throughout the willowed hollow
In secret gardens no one else knows of
Like creeping vines that twist and wind
Embracing the branches up above
Interlaced in loving weaves
And laying to rest
Placidly on my ledges and eaves
These faded remnants of your voice
Once upon a time they were
Such bright colored leaves
Still
Your tone resonates
Penetrates the many seasons
Having grown around my core
The more I feel you here with me now
The more reasons I have to cherish
And adore these memories
Ancient
Rekindled
When we writhed in passionate throes
Limbs bent and spent
Together in a rhythmic poetry
Rooted deep from seed so strong
Chambers of my heart emptied
Are daily nourished with new song
I sing along with
Can't help but sway to
These gifts you keep giving back
I will gladly take
As I tremble in the wind
And the echoes of your wake