In the shadows of trees

Twisted tree shadows
more innocent than understood
parceling out their certainty
for an illusive blush of memory.

Raising branches to the sky
in entreaty to the wind
to be more gentle
and less firm
when ripping off leaves
and rootlets of burgeoning life.

They have dry humors,
these woody friends,
that reveal themselves
in moments of warm remembrance
of summer nights and blossoms
peeking through fingers
and twigs.

Bexley Benton

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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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