Let me lie
In your spread copper skirts.
Let me feel your toes sucking
Sugar and spice from the chalky loam.
Let me caress
Your sculpted grey limbs,
And bask in the smell
Of your strength.
Sway your arms in dance
With the murmuring breeze,
Shake the jewels in your waving hair!
Let me bathe in the softness of their shade –
My eyes could drink that shimmering green all day long.
Let the sunlight dapple down from the rich blue sky
To worship you,
Casting silver on the dusty red path.
I crave your embrace,
Fairest queen of trees.
But I have no offering.
Only words.
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Published in Reflections, an anthology from Marlow Writers Society and Marlow Camera Club, March 2026
