Just for fun!
I would,
could I for one night,
sate this immortal longing.
Save me from this knotty pining,
if only for this day. Warm my sap and free
me from dormancy. My bark has grown thick
and tough from many cold seasons, my limbs
desire the flow of sap in their extremities, ready
for leaving, unfortunately there is no new
green, yet and I remain firmly
rooted; But
maybe
this is
the year
that I
will grow
some nuts.
Timothy P. Twaddle, 2008
