The Night She Climbed a Tree

She bathed in leaves of a fallen Maple tree
as the sun began to bid day, adiu.

Cloaking her soul as branches traced
tracks of achy tears, desired by the
night of shadowed breezes.

Bare feet mated with bark,
climbing upon a night
when the moon knew
her better than she
knew herself.

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for misty clouds of midnight,
whispering messages as the hoot
owl stood guard nearby,
sharing hushes and sighs
with a crickets song,
darkness gave
approval.

The union was beautiful-
the night she climbed
a tree....