After seeing my earlier poem, Erin responded with one of her own, and then posted a call to flash fiction or poetry responses. Those will be posted separately, so they don’t get lost.
Vows
She stood beneath the trees
Seeing not their ancient leaves
Nor their runnels of wrinkled branches
As they arched overhead
All she saw was what came before
And what would come ever after.
She’d had words in mind
Written in the ink of her heart’s blood
But they fled at the sight before her
Gone were the whispers of apprehension
“Are we allowed to be here?” she’d asked.
She’d broken her friend’s heart
Just a little, in the asking
Now she knew the answer.
It had always been ‘yes’.
So two hearts were joined
As the trees held hands.
