Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Gilded Leaves

Our love began as a shiny round acorn
Cautiously planted with fun and adventures
The tiny shoot of our story unfolding, edging to the sky
As we explored the secrets of Boston in the autumn chill

The first tiny leaves unfurled, as we kissed. . .
Love's tiny green, razor edged flags,
waving giddily in the warm cotton-candy wind.

What a strange tree, you might say
This love tumbles quickly into the sky,
Deep roots, tapping the song in our every step,
drinking happily of ocean and earth

Our New Orleans oak, boughs and fans across grass and into cloud,
Love's barkish trunk, of rainbow memory and wonders merry
Worry not my love, that branches spread both thin and broad
For with this love, we have the strength to hold the sky
As tiny birds make songs to gild our leaves.

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