The Trees Are Whispering Your Name
“The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said—”
Like the pause before I love you,
Like the breath before a sob,
Like the way your hands hovered
Over my ribs—
Are you sure you want all this light?
The trees unfold,
Show me their green ink blots:
Here’s where she laughed in her sleep.
Here’s where she stole the moon’s silver
To mend your torn coat pockets.
You still burn brighter than
Any of us dare to root.
Written for dVerse Poets: a poem starting with a line from “The Trees” by Philip Larkin. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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