Interspecies Affair
I raise my eyes and all I see
are the hanging jewels of your fruits.
Every branch is beaded,
( a fancy flapper dress against the sky)
with hundreds of tiny plums.
I’ve been swept with blessings
on this whirling blue ball
all the long day of my life,
but you, dear Ciruelo tree,
are the love that was waiting for me.
Old one, you are why I live here.
I listen to the wind
singing through your beaded branches.
I throw back my head and sing
back to you with love.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
Name and email please:) I don't spam.