this tree heels close to me.
dogwood autumn swims, one
hundred arms flung taller
than my face can leap.
a fruit, swollen red dollop plum,
swaying, falling into wind, then
lands, made sweet to other tongues.
ground drinks ripe consequence.
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A tree, a fruit, and the earth is replenished. Like your imagery.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/07/lost-2/
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thanks. it grows right beside my morning coffee bench.
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