Squirrel and Tree

I let you dance among my limbs
carrying your weight when you sought after safety
harboring your home inside my holes

My presence elevated in the cool
breezes of the fall and you were there
as I grew beautiful, watching the change
rearranging my colors

When my beauty fell to crumpled pieces
you played within the mess I made, loving me anyways
learning every angle of my sharp edges

But you left at first sight of the frost
leaving me a skeleton to bear the briskness
all alone, embedding yourself beneath my roots

To hide from earth’s bitter ways
the long rest until better days





Angela Bachmann
© NOTA, Spring 2016

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