Hi everyone,
For years I observed the progress of two hackberries in our back yard as they grew toward each other. I have a lot of pictures to prove my fascination. I didn’t know they were preparing me for this month’s poem inspired by the word, TOUCHING.
Touching
You were younger then,
flirting when breezes
brought your eager leaves closer.
The May came
when your limb tips touched like a first kiss.
You must have felt the moment
down to your roots.
Now you’ve grown part of each other.
you brush and rub, familiar as old marrieds.
Excitement may have diminished,
but comfort is no small thing.
(c) 2024 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved