Life-Tree

Heart fruit,
core of a deep tree,
honey balm in the amber kernel
of the grave seeded centre.
In pigments of silence
you sleep
during long winters,
frozen husk in a husky wind

until the light hits, a caress
laid from outside
onto your hesitant curve.
You stretch,
move feelings like feelers.
You reach outwards.

You grow
into another world,
where you live
airy and wider
with colour, scent and sound.
Life-tree