Living Tree Poetry

Have you noticed how,
before the sun sets with her resolute face,
she takes one last glance

and the blue of the sky
reflects that of a child new born,
eyes pooling rounds of shining grace.

And the look she bequeaths
makes us think given choice
she would want to stay,

so much that the blue soon fading
follows her with its trailing clouds,
white and transparent,

a long bridal train of embroidered lace,
soon set to pink by the flame
of a sinking sun

whose ardent gaze lingers on.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
February 2021