"Leaf-A-Bye Babe"

In the leaves, come forth
The child’s face, skins against wind
Free of deadly sins . . .
Comprehending twigs.
Main stems, tapped, emanate sap. . .
Branches kiss the light.

Vines wrap in ohmage.
Figures, pouts, by fores the rain!
Wilted leaves, stanched wrath. . .
Never lose your path!
In the heat of the matter . . .
The huff twines dense woods!

Take Mom for granted. . .
Her wind is separated!
Instinctive chorus. . .
Sing to your children!
On a blanket with my babe . . .
Is that where you’ll be?

No, you won’t find her
Singing under the boardwalks
Hear!...in afforest. . .
Thick bedding, last Falls'
Drop shedding, rotting, sweating. . .
Thoughts of change, fear her!

 . . .And invasions up ahead
And everything said . . .
Nature, is to pan.
Hear it in the wind!
. . . Of anything familiar.
"Will, your scaring me!"

In some nutate breeze . . .
Those faces started swaying
Saying, "Trace of thee!"
That was one wise owl!
She gave me, appreciably . . .
To eye of my tree.

Gaol'd,  the pupils larn
Descrying of discernment
Thy young bourgeon . . .
In the leaves, come forth
If the children’s faces fall . . . ?

Trees and cradles, bow. . .

Copyright 2008
Kimmy Van Kooten