Rock splits
as your tendriled anchor
into terra cleaves.
Hawk sits
midst the welcoming
uplift of your leaves.
Rugged grey bark
hiding tender heart within
and I sitting inside your shade
remember.
Your medicine makes me
remember
that mine own gnarled soul
clinging to the clods
holds up into the yellow star
the curled green leaves
of each
new
breath
breathing joy
into a cloven heart.