The Braeburn Tree ** Options

[Eisa]

The Braeburn Tree


Mother-like it stoops, watching Sheba’s endless
sleep, drapes its blush pashmina over her in spring.

Its body inclines across the slender path to bask
in solar warmth; arms grasp us as we grapple to pass.

After harvest, we shovel it out, abandoning windfalls
to compost the ground, around a gaping cavity.

Repositioned by the wishing well, we pamper it, hope
sap will course through veins again and the chasm left

will not be needed very soon. In February’s gloom, we wait
for the man trapped in traffic, carrying a mercy-potion.

It takes seconds. Max is swallowed by the void as soil
shrouds him. We replant nearby bulbs, in memoriam.

I first perceived Max in a dream-chase, the tabby scurries
from Sheba’s umbrageous grave. Now he rests beside her.

Today, seedtime rays and drizzle foster apple blossoms
to unfurl; narcissi gently waver where heads once bowed.


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in solar warmth; arms grasp us as we grapple passed.

[Larry]

Hi Eira,

I don't have any nits or crits; just a few tears. I've had too many pets pass away in the last few months so your post affected me. I just wanted to pen a sonnet for you and your loved ones. This is not for critique or anything else. It is my gift to you.

Larry


Max and Sheba

for Eira

I see where soul’s bright diamonds etched the page
with sad cathartic words wrenched from the heart
to ease the pain. Loss, filled with helpless rage,
will soon abate and memories impart
remembered love once found within a dream.
Your litany of loss is eulogy
to life’s companionship but it would seem
that each demise is like the apple tree.

They’re planted in your life with love and hope
to grasp at your emotions every day.
Although you know the brevity and scope
of that allotted time they must obey.
In losing them, your grief the chasm fills
as they both rest beneath the daffodils.


thx Daniel!