[Revised] It’s Always Spring for the Juniper Tree

as on the winding streets of Medellín.

God gave life and the Devil gave death

and the Juniper Tree got whatever was left.

 

Time can’t touch the Juniper Tree

Or so it seems or so it thought

But Time can kill and Time did kill

what the Juniper Tree gave life

a mother in tears distraught

 

 

It’s Always Spring for the Juniper Tree

Never Summer, Winter, Fall

Never sandals nor searing sand

Never snowflakes nor snowstorms

Never cold color nor crunching of concrete

      N

ever but glitched , stuck on the first kiss. A broken romance. no plot or test or happily after. Just a raw smile and a self-conscious kiss

                                                                 smile                              kiss

                                                                    smile                              kiss

                                                                    smile                              kiss

                                                                    smile                              kiss

                                                                    smile                              kiss

 

 

 

why are you crying asks the Juniper Tree there is bloom with no pollen and sun with no burn

it’s all alright says the Juniper Tree my roots will keep your bones embraced and the

blue hue,

in my handsome sharp leaves

with your thick pretty blood,

will dance until we make purple berries.

They won’t be bitter.

 

 

 

Author’s Note: This is a revised and edited version of a poem I uploaded a while ago. Which version do you like better? Also let me know if there’s interest in my making a blogpost on revision techniques, and the value of going back and tweaking something you thought you’d finished!