Psonnets of Courtship
The Ancient Tree

Where shall we love? beneath the ancient tree
which spreads its leaves across its lengthy limbs
which shade each spring our momentary whims
as it has shaded for a century
or more before I fell in love with thee
the whispered words of love, the minstrels' hymns,
the flowers strewn across the flowing hems
of women cast in ancient poetry.
But now I hold the flowers in my hands
and weave my words of love into a vow
I vow beneath the ancient tree which stands
as long as God and all mankind allow
its age to tower over all the lands
so we may love beneath its ancient bough.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org