The Sensual Nature Of Trees
25 August 2010 1,314 views No Comment
By Barbara Atkinson A gentle rustling breeze Breathing in my ear. Singing an aroma, A whisper I can hear. The tenderest of lovers Caressing with their leaves; The rites of Spring’s flirtations Gently tugging at my sleeve. Long and stretched to greet them, My body as a loom; Trees weave their mysteries round me In nature’s undulating womb.