Francesca Martin Poetry

There was a time when I trusted the trees
Whispered secrets unto each green leaf
The roots delved deeper into the dirt
Nourished by my hushed words
Age carved rings deep into the core
Wearing my ear-kisses on its wrinkled decor

But leaves fall off and trunks are severed
The emerald deteriorates brown, torn, and weathered
Starving raindrops fall with pressure
Occasionally falling upon a developed seed
Then leave with satisfaction of gossip retrieved
So He knows everything
I am caught

The clouds spead
Within ear-shot
My roots dug up

Poet: Francesca Martin