Weeping Ash Song
Weeping Ash Song
My dancing leaves eddy and swirl
And my elegant arms unfurl.
Come under my dark canopy
In the storm’s hidden harmony.
The laughter of children resound,
Echoes lost in the coming cloud.
Come where the still air is cool
And contorted branches whirlpool
The shadows and rocky darkness,
Where souls are freed from despondence.
A strange kind of rich fruit I bear,
Ripening all who seek and dare.
Twisted in agonised peace
And calm, I could your soul release.
Come nest in that knotted branch,
Where all your hope and despair dance.
Leaves curl, twirl and wave gracefully,
Sirens singing enticingly.
A suspended apple, hardened
By winter winds and icy hail.
A sweet fruit saved or earthwards hurled?
Seduced or eternally hurt?
Copyright © Brian Duffield | Year Posted 2017
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