A premature heat
Runs through my limbs,
Urging me to bend.
The tickling of your
Green fingers
Inches over my hardened skin--
Through the layers.
We're turning,
together.
Cold and heated.
Independent and inseparable
Parts.
I wear you like a scarf on this last frosty evening.
Never fear the season;
I'll wear you still--
Through spring.
*Ivy hugs a tree.
Posted by Amanda Cochran at April 1, 2005 3:13 PM | TrackBackI keep thinking of that Batman character "Poison Ivy" hugging a tree when I read this. :P
Posted by: ChrisU at April 1, 2005 7:29 PMI always wanted to write something about ivy. This poem is sort of a reassurance that although ivy can be detrimental to some things (i.e. house brick), for trees, they were made to sustain one another.
Posted by: Amanda at April 1, 2005 9:14 PMIt's about that, among other things...
Posted by: Amanda at April 1, 2005 10:06 PM