Tree Child
rest among the gentians
like an exhausted lover,
the road has thrown
you out of track and youth,
a line of rescue wakes
the rooks in the cold trees;
there is a nest not far away
waiting to fall, a pause
before the first call, a damp leaf.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2016
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