If
If you're looking for proof that you're loved or you're not,
I'd suggest friend, more balance than hoping for fun!
Does the early bird get worms that's always in flight?
Do prospectors find gold who pan only at night?
Does a bee process nectar or play in the sun,
Does Queen Guinevere dream (love conceals Lancelot)?
Most love hangs in the balance between Spring and Fall!
Though some Poets (in Winter) might think they know all,
What they 'feel' is less fluid, a tree's sap that sinks.
More toward roots below frost lines, their poetry winks
At what memories last in the absence of bud
Though limbs cling to green traces, scant heat in the blood!
Long Tooth
September 19th in 2019
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2019
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