Treehugger (a poem)


She grabbed the frozen tree with all her might
held it tight
and shook
slowly at first,
then with a blurring speed
that made the last dead leaves snap and drop
And branches clack clack against each other.
The sapling groaned to move so much so soon
but she didn’t let go:
instead she breathed out-
breathed warm air upon each icy branch
held each twig and thorn until frost melted in rivulets;
took her mouth
and sucked the ice off every
until her teeth chattered and her hands purpled and stung.
She used her back as a shield from the wind
protected the sapling
stayed there for days
waiting waiting yearning for it to wake up.

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