To The Entwives

TO THE ENTWIVES

I have known you when 

your leaves were green and supple 

as the Western wind.

I have known you when 

your leaves were brown and brittle 

as any promise.

And I have known you 

bare as the barren Winter 

in your slumbers deep.

But dearest I have 

known are the new buds that formed 

on your fingertips.

For in each season

I've loved you but most as you

woke and stretched in Spring.

© Osquer Campbell 23 June 2022 🌞❤️🌻