Fallen Bough Rooted in Eden’s garden two hearts bound as one flourishing till the brutal rupture, his beautiful bough felled. Heartwood has fallen, her sapwood torn but still alive, drooping panicles sprout from her bark their fragance bathes Eden in bereaved love. Pain that love birthed does not depart, she stands, suspends time’s flight, forages amdist their woven roots for moments past, and the last: His head on her breast their last shared breath, “It's okay dearest for you to go”. And his chest fell to its rest. Yet shall pain’s desire receive God's embrace: her bough's resurrection embosomed, and sorrow cherished like a winter flower love vivified by the fruit of heartbreak?
© Craig A Roberts, 2023 Photo: Author. Kohekohe Tree, Winter panicles