caresses trunk easily encircled in one hand

slender growth rings bark fleck texture

extends arms to mirror offshoot branches

eager to increase latitude and embark in sky

gently she leans then rocks her winter bare limbs

when she touches me our skin communicates in heat

small fires of contact we keep in check

rhythms to other blues to the light past spring

equinox lengthening we quicken our saps

rising anti-gravity to beckon green