with spindles bosky and silhouette
we perforate the sky, such brittle regret
yet once we stood crookedly proud
resplendent with leaf
so elegantly bowed
.
do you recall when our roots first touched?
you shivered
sending squirrel from covert lair
wooden glances; your arborous armour
barked “beware”
yet I advanced with patient seasons at my side
supporting nest of solitary wren
a foliage crested bride