The Sensual Nature Of Trees
25 August 2010
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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.
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