The Tall Old Tree

The Tall Old Tree

 

Meet me under the tall old tree

beneath wide limbs so thick and full of leaves

nobody will know, nobody will see.

 

We will embrace and I’ll hold you

in arms that remind you of your daddy

as I tell you things you want to be true.

 

We’ll create our own heat and storm;

sheltered there, no one will know what we do

by the tall tree, lost in its huge hard form.

 

Close as vines entwined in the dark

we’ll be evermore there if you believe

our two souls will show as lines in tree bark.

 

Come meet me under that tall old tree.

Nobody will know.  Nobody will see.

Meet me there soon. Come closer. Be with me.

 

 

 

 

Michael Griffith


Michael A. Griffith teaches and lives near Princeton, NJ. His poems, essays, and flash fiction appears online and in-print in such places as Nostalgia Digest, Ariel Chart, The Blue Nib, Teaching for Success, Poetry Super Highway, and Spillwords. His first chapbook will be released this fall from The Blue Nib.