I get drunk on trees
On bare branches strung together
Beautifully laced
Tiny buds greenly sugaring the sky
And the starburst of magnolias
Viburnum and pearly dogwood
And on you
Your foolishness and flame
Burning burning for decades
Throwing off pure forms
With such an easy grace
About the Author
Barbara Wimsatt lives in Chicago with her husband, Bill Wimsatt. She began writing poetry as an English major at the University of Illinois. After years of neglect, she resumed her writing and hopes to share her work with a wider audience through publication in online and print journals.