By Way of the Trees ***EDIT***

By Way of the Trees

One trunk, twice bifurcated
                ten inches above the fleshy
tendrils tethering it to earth.

                Eight bodies dutifully
swaying together in a
                disjointed dance, alone.

Exotic Ginko leaves
                lilting away from the sky,
decorating an octagon
                of grassless ground.

Four friends, the licking
                sun sticking strands
of hair to necks bent in
                reverence: a fish burial.

A branch forced to defy
                instinct, bowed downwards
by brown rope and black tire.

                Two children, legs pumping
valiantly, unaware that their
                toes cannot tickle the clouds.

Aromatic boughs of needles that
                never lose pigment, silhouetted
against the indigopink knock
                of daylight’s familiar fist.

Alone sipping chamomile-
                steeped water, letting my lips
linger on too-hot ceramic,
                                I gratefully answer her call.

©pbp productions, 2005. Don’t steal. :op
————EDIT————
DUDE. I just looked outside and the rooftops and trees are COVERED in snow. like, at least a quarter of an inch worth if not more. IT’S APRIL FOR GAWD’S SAKE!!!!!!!!! Stop SNOWING already. Geeeeesum.