Love in the crumbling years
brings to mind those trees with gnarled trunks
their skin cracked
branches gone leaving nature hewn resting places
sparrows alight there
life sap finding its way through old twigs
feeding new green leafing out
Old trees their roots entwined
having shared their stories
each wind inspires their dance
that dance never grows old
Amid the surface roots poppies grow
mosses appreciate damp dewed mornings
moonlight lost amongst the shared canopy
tells tales of wandering the sky
there to observe the building of pyramids and canals
Telling us this
time might well be infinite
as love
#NaPoWriMo
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