April 1996
They are alive
they look dead
fare branches
living through
cold wind rain
snow bare
farely moving
with the breeze
inside alive
roots holding firm
into the ground
earth weavings
itself inside and
out
around swirling around
thick threads
planted deep in
the ground
deep alive deep
old fervent
consistent
will live through
many storms
broken branches
may even tilt
a little from
tornadoes hurricanes thunder
maybe may even be scorched by lightning
but will live
through / bud
will bloom
will flourish
please passersby
with fresh
green colors
white pink
flowers
hundreds of
petals
beautiful thoughts
she is nourished
by random waterfalls
never complains
about the
uncertainty of their comings
she craves them
and welcomes them
its surprise arrival
quenches her thirst
and stores extra
for the dry days
Bare Branches
stretched out
always reaching
for a blue
sky to help
them notice
her
alive
help them
remember the
flowery days
the days of
sweet smells
+ light wet
mists
droplets hanging
on shy anxious
buds
Those days
that help you
breathe easier
let out sighs
take away
the bad darkness
divert any attention
to the desperate
rendevous in her
shadows
Huracanes secos
letras tras letras
el olor de la lluvia
olor dulce
te ayuda
se queda viva
respira mas facil
con cientos de
petalos
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