Published Poem - Carved Tree

On page 41

Published in the Winter Issue of Devour: Art & Lit Canada

Photo by A Johnson, Greenwood Trail, Canada

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Carved Tree

I’m made in the image of the trees,

green hues of sunrise. Spring, moulding my

blood flow, red cells dancing through my body

cradling my pelvis, scapula, shoulders,

arms and feet. Verdant shades emanating within

pores, sweat moist of moss. Beneath, fresh

tender nurturing soil spreading among

white blood cells, fighting off anomalies.

Ripe grass, blades blowing from wind gusts

and soft sways alike, listening to the weather’s

wrath and peacefulness. Above, the blue sky, vast

and empty, ready for clouds of dawn,

gibbous moon lighting up

my heart, left ventricle receiving the river

of burgundy, right ventricle pumping

life into uncoiling leaves of bloom, expectant

of the recoiling of Winter snow

carved on blue spruce.