© Susi Franco


Lying in your bed, your strong arms enfold me
As we gaze out the window at
Spiny black trees
Towering stark against a colorless
Sunday morning sky
Watching them waltzing naked
Slowly, sensuously
In the frigid January wind
Thier branches occult with
Green magic
Awaiting the earth rhythm
To cue the flourish of
A dazzling leafy sleight of hand.
Their vein-y arms reach endlessly overhead
Knobby fingers splayed,
Arboreal ballerinas en pointe
In the sleeping umber soil -
Brisk icy blasts urge them from
Pliez to flamenco, limbs akimbo,
Gnarled heads nodding
Knowingly seductive.
You say they are ugly and bare,
That beauty is only theirs when
Sunlight flirts through lush veridian fringes.
I push you out of bed,
Make you stand nude before the window
So the trees can see you
The same way you see them.
Your laughter throaty and rich, you throw your arms open wide and
You present yourself.
The trees smile and bow slightly,
Appreciative of your candor.
I lift the covers,
Inviting you back to bed,
To my warm and waiting body
And intimate glimpses of
Trees Dancing
Just for us.