I hold you
feel your stories
warm under bark
stories breathed
from one generation
to the next
till they take breath in
you
feel your stories
warm under bark
stories breathed
from one generation
to the next
till they take breath in
you
stories of struggle
as this land ached in pain
tears lost to flood
burned in fire
forever encrusted
in your memory
then as worms
tickle your roots
your gnarled trunk fills
with
warbles of magpie
slow clouds caress your
boughs
while gum leaves wait
excitedly to play hide and seek
as shy ants tiptoe through
lines of whispers
sun smiles
blush your bark
till in the tenderness of
moonshadow
silver leaves listen
as you tell stories
of time change
and your love of the land
© Sue Donnelly, 2021