All of Yew
The bonsai mirrors your grace
a miniature yew jade eyed
searching through black needle lashes
lust hidden inside.
A yew pruned to perfection
would out strip the forest fine,
a single shutter caresses
like limbs on the wind.
With sweet clarity refined
will be the bowed head of yew
for our love is so inclined
for generations.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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