Bone Tree

10-7-97

        These weary bones I've leaned upon
        and carried them to and fro;
        They've earned their rest
        In an earthen nest
        Sheltered from Winter's blow.

        Should a springtime crop arise
        From the seed that I did sow,
        With Persephone's kiss
        Of fecund bliss
        There might a bone tree grow.
                                JMV 10/7/97