If only
tree’s could speak
they’d
whisper wisdom deep
inside her hopeful
ears
darkened shadows
were
once painted upon
her face
rooting out,
securing her place
in familiar surroundings
Delicate fingertips
cautiously
reach out
try to imprison her soul
relieve her, take the key
unlock her hollow
heart , go on
(I dare you)
Press firmly
on her dried out soil
secure her
foundations with spades
pull up hard to help her flourish
be still and listen
to all her charm
the rustle s of
leaves falling
without a
sound around
she picks up
her last leaf.
(C) Gemma Bromley 2011
