Two trees
Their limbs now bare
Reveal an attitude of dance
The smaller one
Leaning in to feel the sweet enclosure
Of the other’s arms
The larger one
Awed and grateful
Holding such a rare and precious gift
Along the dance of time
The moment
The truth of their embrace, their love
Is held
While we, ephemeral
May wander by it
May be drawn in
By moments we have felt
Which may remain
Long after we have danced them
A memory this kind of stance imparts
As stable as if formed in living wood
Enduring as a tree
Within our hearts.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2011
(background music: Isaac Shepard, "Letting Go")
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