in the forest grove
when i entered the grove of you
i needed only the slightest convincing
you were meant to be a gift
our days and nights were quiet then
we had the good luck of just starting
with nothing misspent or lost
you said we were like aspen trees
pushing up with a shared root system
building a sole crowded refuge
your aspen need to thrive in full sun
your habit of spreading even in winter
eventually pulled us apart
9 thoughts on "in the forest grove"
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The forest imagery works so beautifully in this poem. 🙂
Touching and tragic and true too often.
Absolutely love your opening line:
when I entered the grove of you
your habit of spreading in winter…
Strong images… and this poem breaks my heart. Kudos to you for writing such a poignant piece without sentimentality. Beautiful, Jules…
Wonderful, Jules the Poet! Thanks for joining in this month.
Yes yes ! Jules,
Unpunctuated, gives it a timeless quality and a wistful light.
Aspen
I like this voice, it sounds like Jules.
Love the imagery and quiet pace of this poem!
Heartbreaking and so relatable.
I got a feeling of weary melancholy after reading this. The ending brings things into perspective, and it’s a sad thing.
Love:
“when i entered the grove of you”
and
“your habit of spreading even in winter
eventually pulled us apart”
Beautiful truth piece.