Memories of a Sycamore
The moon of the night
caress the barren limbs
of the sycamore which
longs for her re-growth
Gentle breezes whisper
through her aged branches
that contain secrets of the
young from long ago yesterday
Lovers swayed beneath her
sprawling arms sharing their love
with adorn protection from the
sycamore that surrounded them
Sheltered from the world of
uncertainty, couples remain safe
from harm as the old sycamore
again contains a new memory of -
lovers and their youthful dreams
Copyright © Rhoda Galgiani | Year Posted 2016
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