For only two weeks
my hair
matches
the leaves you shake
up there
so I want to join you,
tangle
in your sharp branches
and swing
until it all falls
inevitably down
Will you float? Will I thud?
I don’t care
what happens after
to your leaves
or my hair
my hair
matches
the leaves you shake
up there
so I want to join you,
tangle
in your sharp branches
and swing
until it all falls
inevitably down
Will you float? Will I thud?
I don’t care
what happens after
to your leaves
or my hair
Enjoyed this, Erin. At one with nature.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Makes me wonder what lies beneath that well-coiffed veil . . . hmmm.
ReplyDeleteHow lucky you are to have hair that beautiful color! Lovely poem, glad to see you blogging and writing! xoxo
ReplyDeleteI like the idea that you don't care what happens after.
ReplyDeleteOh, it is so good to read your poetry again!
ReplyDeleteI love red hair. My paternal grandmother Lydia was a red-headed Finn. I inherited only the highlights, but it's all (dark) gray now!