Tree Thoughts

I am a willow conjoined

with tawny thorns and sap fastened

sad leaves like blood droplets

in neurosis-transmitter streets.

I will be the ashes of bark

that mingle with burnt soil hoping

for dissipated visages to reignite my former being into more than just an image,

[once the potentiality of embryonic seeds beleaguer

my tree-trunk-brain I become despondent and relent, and yet it is too late].

The tiniest sounds become frightening.

The winds knock limbs loose.

The ground consumes.

The light loses its soothing touch.