Friday, November 02, 2012

The Rowan Tree

The Rowan Tree

Little red berries jangle here,
The witches tree is life.
Swaying in the autumn breeze,
I spy a sign of life.

Could she be the message,
Of finding peace on earth?
Beneath this tree of promise,
Her roots connect me to the earth.

Omens of a golden time,
Where light is seen and heard.
From words she speaks romantically,
Where my name is being heard.

Emotions are brought to bear,
Her branches covet all of me.
I lose myself beneath her shade,
When her love comes over me.