seasons

winter

Persephone
doing time, on
a three month bid
An annual sentence
in perpetuity
leaves mortals in
the rigor grip
of chill
 
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fall to a two year old

"tree hurt?"
smile
"tree hurt???"
"no honey tree happy"
"leaves"
"the tree dropped them"
"tree hurt?"
"tree make room for new leaves"
"why"
"trees like cold, they like to take their clothes off for winter"
"tree happy"
 
How I got away with it
I'll never know
but I made a potion
with dish soap and milk
and Mr. Bubble and cough syrup
and mercurochrome
because my tree was dying

Willow
the first tree name I ever knew
looked like she was crying
green to pale yellow
and falling, all over the yard.

When, over the winter
she lost every leaf and stood
bare, shivering
I knew the potion hadn't worked
perhaps I had killed her

and when, as the weather turned
the small new leaves pricked out
on the fronds around my swing
I felt like Jesus
healing the sick
miraculous

Either I kill
or I heal
It is never
neutral
 
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