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 🌞❤️🌻
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