The Skin of Trees
a small drop of sorrow fell
from the sky,
its jagged edge
filed away
by sands luminescent
against opaque skin.
and holding it close
i felt the heat of it
melt upon
the liquid amber tree
which shaded my eyes
with its years,
knowing no sorrow
only a dusting of seasons
against its skin
and the dance of leaves
against umber sky at dawn.
i leaned back
and felt its skin
grow over mine
soft
and liquid,
as it cradled me.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013