Monday, August 29, 2016

The Grand Irony

In earliest days,
when our love
was new,
I was
a vulnerable sapling,
subject to
wind and whim.

Years later,
our love has roots
and I am a tree
deep and unyielding,
and we live, grow
in our treehouse
safe and secure
from all natural predators.

now that we have
the depth of passion
and commitment
of this life shared,
some nights
this tree
just can't summon
the wood.

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