Sonnet 2 

2023-10-17

Leaves spring abundantly from tree and root;
Oft are folia organically cirque-plucked.
Gleaming seeds twirl round you amidst dark soot;
Acro efflorescence leaves one stagestruck.
Nature began with lips and spared no line
in adorning that grin, nary a frown;
Zinfandels smile and weep sweetest red wine;
Twisting curling vines canopy and crown.
Newton's apple fell to gravitation.
Are you not fruit that here fell from a flip?
Rolled up into my hand: levitation!
Knotted my wrists with twines caressed my lip.
You've marked a plot in your arboretum;
this plant will there flourish a millenium.