One with Nature
(Poetry) "Will he die surrounded by love second only to our own?"
This poem first appeared in Vision & Verse: A Fusion of Poetry, Prose, Art, and Photography, an anthology by California Writers Club.
One with Nature
by Annie Hendrix
One day my husband will senesce, white-haired and red-necked, bald head among the leaves, nose deep in the redbud tree. I will love him, I will love that he loved himself enough to care for the pithy cartilage of his body. Will he say the same of me? Will he die surrounded by love second only to our own? Oh how my husband loves pruning the redbud tree.
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Cercis crossing branches released by pruners clip to free one from another and soar anew with flowers into the sky.
Natural ways like water to a river flows. A flower to fruit .
Beautiful