Heartwarming

I love the beach by hearted trunk,
for gas storage, the dappled leaves,
a keyhole into wonderland,
both sloping reach and inlet cove.
The ness, a windbreak, cliff, scree, scrub,
still waters yet of tidal brine
for paddle in, or out canoe,
where time is left to sun and moon.
Completed laps are waves alone,
where ‘It’s a drag’ is rarely known,
for lunar pull more sliver beams,
yet heat is funnelled, warmer flesh.
This window through cork cambium
bypasses phloem and xylem flow,
the constant stream, root, canopy,
a tree of life in climate change.
As azure dies and night arrives
with stippled sky of pinprick lights,
I’ll see Orion, belted up,
as hunter for crab, Pisces fish.
The dark, like light, an active space,
so ask your questions, face yourself.

Published by Medusa’s Kitchen, 5th April 2024

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