The branches of the trees of yesterday
Hang low, heavy with fruit
Sown of heartache and tears
Ripened with laughter, love and smiles
Devouring the path of what was
With roots of regret and the limbs
Of what could have been
The yet empty vines of tomorrow
Twist and turn and grow
Needing nourishment and care
To call forth the blossoms of promise
And the flowers of hope
Careful pruning is yet required
To clear the path to what will be
Standing upon the path between
Within the heartbeat of now
Without watering can, pruning shears
Or nutrients to give the earth
I harvest the trees of yesterday
Biting deep into the core
Tasting the bitter seeds of teardrops
Leaving me paralyzed on the path of what it is
Hang low, heavy with fruit
Sown of heartache and tears
Ripened with laughter, love and smiles
Devouring the path of what was
With roots of regret and the limbs
Of what could have been
The yet empty vines of tomorrow
Twist and turn and grow
Needing nourishment and care
To call forth the blossoms of promise
And the flowers of hope
Careful pruning is yet required
To clear the path to what will be
Standing upon the path between
Within the heartbeat of now
Without watering can, pruning shears
Or nutrients to give the earth
I harvest the trees of yesterday
Biting deep into the core
Tasting the bitter seeds of teardrops
Leaving me paralyzed on the path of what it is
by L. L. Shannon ©2009
